Now the ends are even black
shared on the thin, V-shaped area
grass memento over the city’s river
three canticles blunted ledges & parapets
the sabotaged listening place
manic tantras paranoid again
under the chronotope its crossing lights
in this gelded hellscape
meaningless glom faced,
& the body in pain is itself
an object of novelty,
to be inspected with pleasure
to climb for rain
stowed in a dwell of aches
the co-ordinating points
passed & re-passed
a dozen times since
I’ve become an empty vessel of
spermless love
