Dear Body

Dear body, a colossal passion
Has galloped through you and left you fenceless;
Fenceless and borderless—through your own treason
That tore the stakes from the sky and, pitiless,

Watched it float off with the horizon.
There are no angles or inches to you
At all now.  Now you are drowning;  now gone.
Of all that was you, not a single blue

Vein remains.  Dear body, you are bodiless;
You do not shudder or squirm anymore.
What bloods composed you evaporate vaporless;
Whatever pains nailed you to here are no more.

She has left you with nothing, not even a note
To blow through your hollows, as once

You shouldered on each morning your blue coat.