Daybooks of the Dead.

Rather than dote on all the laundry Lather that she smote the rocks with (the shirts & socks from bodies of the sundry Men who married her: blacksmith, locksmith, Wheelwright, playwright--these are plainly Evident, remaining mainly In the chalked white collars, pieces Of art preserved in pleats and creases), Her signs are best expressed in oils Palm-rubbed into bowls & spoons (the common usage in her daily toils Speak as eloquently as the tunes She whistled: noteless, printless, hummed Wide into the woodwork; they gummed Her spirit to the boards, shrieving Dead planks, softly, into living).