Everyone likes poems about FRANZ KAFKA! He steps in and imparts just the right lightness and weight. In this way KAFKA is like dressing for weather with no temperature.

They were boiling pans of gunge to eventually make soap, and supposedly there were “towering shard-rucks of spoiled pots,”
in the early Wedgewood manufactories. Keir the Scotsman was responsible for a lot of this:
he isolated slowly cooled glass crystals

Little house
clay house

thousands of funeral smell
ground swell

She came bearing
A dark-green oil. 

By March the hay bales were ripped open
exposed in the open fields
like bloated gray mice
who died in December.

reminder that the object is a song
for which the troubadours commanded themselves to a life between
risk of holding back
risk of not holding back and the death of desire