The Ectoplasmic D’Ubervilles

My daffodils opened
while I slept
I missed
it

My body being
itself it ate
what I shouldn’t
have ate I really
felt the daytime

In night I give
slime I give
the walls
a no-show

Participatory
non-watching I’m so interested
I give

up the gallery ‐

It can’t end well

It’s Thomas Hardy

Tess can have a moment
of joy in joyless England

And so can I The

possibility stands

that we may
yet wake

on
the other side