For Wallace or Samuel

Nothing could be changed so smoothly

nor inform the eye so thoroughly

as editing at will

And I anticipate retribution

now at the clammy hands

of your dual ghosthood

Remind me what it was really like

when light streamed through dust

and took to dark ink

as fondly as to a parrot’s wing

Lucky bastards

Your wonderings are over

and those carets that pointed

to once omitted things

intrude and shoulder a word or two

aside no more

                                                                                   Grant Duncan 29.6.12