I saw a man excitedly
standing on the resurrection
he held and blew that demon horn
that was a great shrill shout
like a sweet communion
still sad and million fueled
and across the bridge prosecutors
waving transcripts
these most mournful messengers
for whom his departure was likewise split into factions

it’s blazed in my brain ever since
and furthermore nonrealization of life
spills blood on the oblong pit
from the areas of ground surface at either end
after all to lower space into its
constituent part tossed onto boxing
beneath half-mast banners of camouflage between the worlds
and science builds in the conglomeration
somehow reminding me of
a vacant lot

the informal night
just like the mother of all
a captain it appears
is waving to us