Sylvia
in a stage whisper
All her anonymous
dids or dones
(resound and resonate
in a voice and left there)
can be held
at her throat
keeping time with the needle
under her tongue.
Her heart is her mouth
and it is hanging open.
Dressed in a thin dress
which turns body to lantern
(As you so wish it)
built and arched
around each rib;
the letter into glass.
Increasingly intricate
she’ll walk out
dressed to kill
Sylvia! in a stagewhisper
and watching
as we die.
