a scientist's firstborn
leaving blazes on trees fearsome Madame Radium:
I picture you on stilts of Mortality going that high that tall holding forth caring
till you get to the other side
and open your Horn of Plenty, a modest cahier
lay out words which warmed midnights in Austin when Mercury suicidally plunged
in a nose dive.
As in the old days language warmed us & that alone:
now set on sun-lit ground. The radium-watchers turn away from burn.