What to do, when one comes, loves two; Through Death’s sultry regards, alive, shuffles fool; love becomes a duel; He’s made soldier-mule, when ought drive; And dances not to their own stance, but to romance—along the beat There. What flags thence trumpeted as fair, now bare, becomes interred ‘neath street. Under gravel, wars coalesced: indelible history’s behest; Ineffable lover undressed. Undead lover, ‘tween leather, relations of bodies’ dirt and death.