PASSION PLAY

1 2 1 R P A S S I O N P L A Y G . C . W A L D R E P I constructed a new tongue, a bloody anagram, a queen barred from her hive. I would serve a kingdom of hooks & stays, I would be that wheel within the turning wheel. Ezekiel saw a ghost in search of another ghost. Will these bones live, asked a third ghost from deep in its braille-tithe. I picked up the bones from the roadside, porcupine I think. Will these bones live, whispered the poplars & hemlocks, three distinct species of fern. I remove my own skeleton to dry in the gliderlight . Let my body be a ghost to all that has fled from me, a bitter jewel, a yolkbud . An unattended ladder. ...