honour.

to e e cummings
mortuary of the dictionary
snickhacking your way
through these synapses synopsis syntax
and quickstitch them back together
like a mixed updown sky
of spring and storm all to once
and you talk of death
like a lover like a god
and of your lovers
like a priest like death
and throw haphazard my eyes
hungry like a desertcenter in the middle
of winter without snow
like poetry without soul
and you the upbringer of form
leave no phrase light of meaning
but throw even darkmidnight
bright and hot with scintillating blades
of some searing sense
that my tongue may not know
but some wetshock between skin
and red bone quivers to like waking
dreamlike to truth known already
and i salute
i who am about to die
taking this steplong down
the slender tube of a well
you hail you destructor of worlds
builder of temples
and causeless worshipper of many causes
hail for hearthurt and birth-re always
new and crisp cummings king of his craft.