>> The next poem is a poem in five parts and it's a poem about losing somebody.
It's called imperturbable.
One. Be the white end of the match for the red.
Be tooled leather for the lacy.
Be long fur for the stiff brush.
Two. Part.
Three. The last earthly glass of water to dump over your hands.
The last cup of sugar to burn with the last match.
Four. Two eyes of glass, waterless.
The linear mouth, cold, rimless, uncupped.
Five. All is fat chance, thin certainty.
So live.