It contained nothing zero air
refuse of some just doom: a container
by Max Factor, or Lorna Doone --
one if by night two if by day but
no soap powder or incense an empty
vault no bills gold or silver a container
of bull leather, or plastic molded;
A lot less said the better but no
a lot more inside in fact a lot
How Bout That -- fighting ghosts again,
favorite preoccupation since CREATION
We would know platinum-covered walls
and would fill fill with our remains.
Page 17(Early Poems[1969])