by: Mark DeCarteret

to the luck of any god
dressed in nothing but the sheet
you have slept your entire life
then go down as no good
into the pit of yourself
stripped of all wonder
I read where the skull of Vitalis
patron saint of genital disease
will be selling at auction today
we’ll stick a red tab
where the flower had been
cut for your induction
a dozen or so doves
let back into the sky
versed in little but light