THE TENDER PLACE/ Your temples, where the air crowded in, / were the tender place. Once to check i dropped a file across the electrodes / of a twelve- volt battery- it exploded / like a grenade. Somebody wired you up./

 your voice

"came up, years later,

 over-exposed, like an X-ray-

 Brain-map still dark-patched

 with the scorched-earth scars

 of your retreat. And your words,

 Faces reversed from the light,

 Holding in their entrails"