The prosthetic imagination

Witchcraft


Death and water retreat
Retreating death is swept death
I am cold but to retreat is
    to part oiling death

To stamp is to storm
An open-mouthed char
Stamping sunshine

That I am worthy
To wear whiteness and witchcraft is
    to wring whole
        or glamour
To weld is to wander
    a wise whisker

Dark
Of a practical man
Of sustenance

Droop or trust are a
    development
Darkness and plumpness
    doubt desolation
Disappearing

That death lies
I am second
To lie is to
    eject death