PAN

show your teeth to a gifted animator
so your vampire has an
extended kiss where a vein
is almost as sumptuous

as a witness.
.
the B footage; all longing you endure
for a fathom of paralysis.
marching into
congealed
ravens

that spurn the Edgar you Poe
in your menagerie

of simmering doves.

on a black plate
of softest departures

because you can’t Pan

without a flute
to dark with.

and no answers to dance a peach into a kiln

because there you go-
living again.