Through Marrow Always

Superimposed snow-globes
You shook
Not advisable
Infected with lice Ripe
Their screams
Chew through marrow always
And captured on a phonograph
We should play every Christmas Day
And backward that same phonograph
Could play «Happy Birthday»
Excused, lost seen as less than
The host
Of a fetal star
Cooling and Still useless
Censored, cocooned light
Warning scars
Bruising my tongue
And not without cause And not without flaws
A fevered, consumed life
Mute
Pull back the curtains
We’ve examined her Humbly
The inaccessible touched
Her fruitless pleads Repeating
Urine, her consent to us
A simple breach
But deeply