I would have improved the blue upliftings of the stalks
but my brain is in collapse
    lamentable threads
    and unrustling fraying ends
–  a lot of people outside waiting
and I don’t have even a phrase left,
and if I wanted something: that is to go to my open
    grave on foot,
jump inside at the ultimate moment
the shovel-loads rapidly cocooning me till
    my image is lost.

25 June 1990