Work makes (made in
fact) work (death) 

            in arched
The lie                   letters

Did the forger know

                      arch
where the             would stand?

Threshold of strange (unheimlich)

tongue (unholy)
               I who was not
                           here then am

staring at (the empty now)
Inside a building both narrow and long
pigeons nesting (hearing

wing-flutter and not looking
at first)     the sound simply
something 

No one (in thin air)
               can really look
                              (away)     All those twigs

of men
To stand where they
starved

(no right) rite (to write)

To see the
               evidence of
                              body (of harm)

rage (filled) in (spite of)
the look of
it (forms reformed)

thinking that (kill)
means spring (creek)
else where

I look (away) feeling
unhomed and 
(the words also)

cynthia hogue