How to dismantle
Such a thing
As I alone
Have constructed
To take a mallet
And a chisel
To the white block
Of plaster of Paris
To take a wash
Of a darker colour
To the study
Of plants and flowers
How to disassemble
Such a piece of work
As I alone
Have created
To take a sonnet
Or a limerick
To the free verse
Of another’s life
How to destroy
A lover
With the obsessiveness
Which I alone created
