he would not raise his eyes or lift his head

he would not raise his eyes or lift his head it gave her a surprise his mother said he would not learn when he was sent to school the teacher said that he was just a fool he would not stand upon his wedding night his pants around his ankles looked a sight a helicopter moved across the sky it was the last day of his last July he stood in Regent’s Park in the bright sun he was alone in spite of everyone the constable who found him lying there said only the wind was moving his dead hair pathologists who opened up his chest said they could not determine cause of death morticians tried to make his face look nice his wife and mother glanced at him just twice the worms that crawled into his balls to breed swallowed the junks of dead white useless seed gorged on his flesh between his ribs white bars they carried him piece by piece back to the stars