Blown Bulb
In the new dark
Which resembles the old
I reach under the shade
That shades nothing now
And find the bulb
Warm with remembered light
And tell myself be gentle
As I would with the skull
Of a baby I’ve been
Given to hold
In this way in general
We must be very careful
Nothing is ours
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Mmm. So poignant and piercing.