I AM BECOME WHAT'S BECOME OF DEATH THE DESTROYER OF THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS

for Justin

1 men

a crack

 to let the river fill

 from behind, a fire log

 picked up by the faster hiking friend

 discarded from the condos in courtyards

thrown at    thrown at me, back

                  throttles me up from bed

                  there is a pain

 my chest – were the log formed

 where the hit fit in, a pec

 toral spread – would be broken

2 men

where, assuming the sheath

that, assuming you're a woman,

you set up and your husband sets into

assuming you are married

does the enclosure of the bed

and the room

and the hall, should there be a door

to the room

quit its irreligious calm

and become something necessary