Wide, empty, landscape with a death in the foreground.
Here are weeds about his mouth, his teeth are ashes.
It is this, which succeeds him this huge barren plain.
For him, there is no question of elsewhere.
His place is just this reality, this deep element.
Now that he is dead, he bears upon the vision merely.
Without resistance, death displaces him.
No more than life displaced him, he was always here.
The 21 pieces in that segment, that section.