STATESMAN

STATESMAN

to go on grieving like a saint

felt too material

frequent

an absent play in a strikingly painless unfurling of the facts

�"those damn things

the facts�"

like they would ever be

assembled all pretty-like 

to the public brain

an eye strained for the elapsed fame of one lifeless

breathable sequence of solid absolute

a ground on which to fan

one’s own gas