When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When I opened that silver box-something happened-
Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks-
It was a deluge of memories torn and dissected-taped and dead flowers-glue and sadness-crisp grief overlaid with silent sobs.
How Nothingness still is Something……………