does know what dis-ease is.
The easement that had been
building up through carefully
penned documents fell through
as a full-grown man would
a parchment floor—ragged
the cellulose edges after him.
And what underneath it? He,
the age; same, face unchanged
though perhaps somewhat bloodied.
Vestment, all that vestment ever was.
Temperament—always was a trouble.
Thought, still fuzzy bauble. And capped
off with a cigarette, though quit smoking.
