Urn Burial
The mind of a cockroach in the body of a man,
the body of a cockroach in a man’s brain—
The alchemists understood how unlike things combine:
Iron Curtain, Iron Age, Iron Horse, Iron Maiden.
So the iron fist descends dispassionately on the frangible skull
of the one who will shortly lie in a mass grave.
But the bloody-handed one considers himself a slave
of history, compelled by an insect will
To outlive apocalypse, whether fire, plague, or radiation,
sending others on before him freed of the body
And its corrupt admixtures—oblivious to his own transformation
to a lixivial husk in an urn, interred in honey. 
Adornment on an Ancient Tomb in Tibet
Another Horizontal Lyric
Gall Themselves, and Gash
Hund’s Rule
Sappho
Thrombosis
Urn Burial