August 28 3:15/lc
(Towards a Community of Ethical Views con'td)

4.
Now the Poet pulls the red boat up on shore. The dock there, deserted.  Subsequent letters indicate Specters:
          Toyen inking her ghosts, Toyen turning pale as garlic chaff  
In the air
a dry song
rasp of song
          croaking out two of a number
of ways to deal with the unvoice:

"Take the red boat back to the red sea.
Recall the torture of the flax:
hang linen cloths on sticks
at the threshold: they will keep the Devil
Occupied til dawn..."

5.
Now the Poet grew up and Toyen died. Reviewing  several items left behind by Toyen, the Poet penned a short lyrical abstraction, a pamphlet, entitled: On Maintaining Your Blood in the Throes of  The Blue Fish Bureaucracy. She set the type herself: beautiful Bodoni. Each one kissed the press. She rubber-banded them in bundles of 25 and put them in the bottom of the red boat and went to sea.  Each dusk she tore one up, ate it and went to sleep. All night the owl's heart beat impatiently beside her, and  in the morning: blood on the pillow. All day she rowed and sang:  

"Remember firstly," she sang and threw back a fish.
"Remember secondly," she sang and threw back a fish.

Etc etc.
And she is rowing and singing to this day.