Noticed a change, an echoing absence A jarring replacement, an upset to average Curated history, cutting half of it out Wore a ring on your finger Where has that ring gone now? Somewhere your death stops traffic Somwhere you'll generate black Huerfano: a presence missing I only observe the lack You mean somethings to someones You mean nothing to me Uninvited, I attend at a distance I watch the wake on a screen Like tread tracks ground in the median Like a dead doe against the wall of a tunnel Like a last breath left hanging in air Suspended in a shallow-wash grave Blood and water mixture, the whey after the strain Nurses and the locksmith, knuckles wrenched and white Robert never answered, 'cause Robert had died They found his body drained and gray Life on the walls, life on the mirror, Life on the sink Did he stand there full of holes and say: "I've been cobbling ghosts These forms I've evoked, They won't stay They won't stay They won't stay" Like tread tracks ground in the median Like a dead doe against the wall of a tunnel Like a last breath left hanging in air