it was a mistake
to attend
opera in the jungle
blueblack viola
fruits shaved
of excess
no blueblack skin
pink, inert
whole art there where the faintest
YOU installs, 
imagine R, im ordained
to circuit your remains
with my trowel dead opera
chairs there
peeling cushions i place a
little blueblack booklet
down for you
by the strings
where a pond has sprung
from the pit
orchestra that is
installing YOU by way
of mercuric vines