Four Poems

I’ll Give You a Body
That Won’t Die

I’ll give you a body that won’t die,
god whispered in an ear, 643 AD, some
year like that. In a cave or a hut nowhere—
comma—middle of. And isn’t that deep down

anyplace? said god. A body that wouldn’t or
couldn’t. I mean, said god, you’ll die, of course.
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