Leave the doors open
tonight, in case he
who is dead
wishes, tonight, to come.
Let all be open,
to see if we look
like his body; to see if we are something
of his soul, being
delivered over to space;
to see if the great infinite
will throw us something, infusing us
with ourselves; if we may die
a little here; and there, in him
we may live a little.
Open
the whole house, as if
his body were laid out
in the blue night
with us like blood
and the stars for flowers.