I pick up the skirt, br I pick up the sparkling beads br in black, br this thing that moved once br around flesh, br and I call God a liar, br I say anything that moved br like that br or knew br my name br could never die br in the common verity of dying, br and I pick br up her lovely br dress, br all her loveliness gone, br and I speak to all the gods, br Jewish gods, Christ-gods, br chips of blinking things, br idols, pills, bread, br fathoms, risks, br knowledgeable surrender, br rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad br without a chance, br hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance, br I lean upon this, br I lean on all of this br and I know br her dress upon my arm br but br they will not br give her back to me.