I.

Grief is every airplane; grief is DNA.

Grief is having no appetite and wanting to go away.


II.

The breakdown of all desire being the fact of the poet.

Knowing the words but not knowing how to tell.


III.

The nothing of something, multiplied.

Dry window made of leaf. 


IV.

Saying any voice, saying any dust.

Or just all of us, crowding near a door.