The trickle of stories
is blood within the ear:
a good kid now someone's quick kill
The wife tramps streets
alone: still his Lotte
In newsphotos she is Sezchuanese:
The Good Woman
An actress grabs the limelight
to whisper here with your name
A painter postdates a canvas:
a blank cheque on the world
Crucifixions make good copy
this one was hush-hush
like the first
Two centurions aided grave-robbers
to spirit away the corpse.
Now what of the spirit?
Will there be a green tree
sprouting from the stalk
they hung you on?