From loss. And from such loss

that marauds the mind—even to the loss

of mind. To begin with this thought: without rhyme

or reason. And then simply to wait. As if the first word

comes only after the last, after a life

of waiting for the word

that was lost. To say no more

than the truth of it: men die, the world fails, the words

have no meaning. And therefore to ask

only for words.

Stone wall. Stone heart. Flesh and blood.

As much as all this.

More.