Now you are an ordinary soul we take all the news from. You are the poet of everyone’s death.
By the gutter’s side blossom your oily asphodel flowers, by the underground rivers .You live by the sea garden with the gardener missing and yet gutter flowers bloom.
You dance by the sea garden bursting in its sultry space, into a river of exquisite sweat. You are the poet of decay. The sea bursts your flowers.
(reading Asphodel the greeny flower by William Carlos Williams)