DEATH IS MY LIVELIHOOD

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm

I have two worn out Birks Boxes

for My Single Silver Pen

re-established in Its Domain

each time I finish

writing — oh like a body

underneath a coffin lid —

lay Me down in a tomb

marked for eternity

by Ever Stylish Artists

with Their Magic Implements

recoiling

from Their Brevity