Let us for a moment call this pain by other words




Ask, How many roses does the hammer weigh         

when it bears down on your skull?             


Does the sword seem toothed like a toddler's smile

or sharp as your first ice skates?


On a scale of anglerfish to northern lights

how bright are the flashes in your head?


When I touch this, here, which constellations

light the sky behind your eyes?


Would you say that pulsing is the flicker of a satellite

or the stubborn heartbeat of a newborn chick?


Ask, Can we for a moment make of beauty 

the measure of our pain? and I will answer.