YES, VIRGINIA  .  .  .

 

 

                                    When Virginia came calling and found a letter

             in her hand upon a hallway table,

she saw how like a dove the mind was able,

taking flight, to rest elsewhere unfettered.

 

Because rebirth may be important

if no justice and no luck,

there is a curious rejoicing

when our health rebels, each mordant

sign observed by flown soul, voicing

freedom from the carnal muck.

 

At last, we find what sort of spell

had brought to life the lifeless golem,

learn at last if lean we must

            wholly on the totem –

or, this last best part of us,

by making sense of body thus,

is sent upon another errand,

            meant for a separate breath.