A Poem By Benjamin Mullen
EASTER MONDAY
can man
unrerisen
foretell
the final
writer’s still
unrewritten word
•
can men imagine
measureless caverns
measureless there
in imagination
the thing
measuring all
and abandoned
behind the day
the unread
written warning
‘Abandon all’ (in its
entrance)
‘Abandon all who enter here
you who enter here’
