—Damien Hirst; Tiger shark, glass, steel, 5% formaldehyde solution; 1991
What we did not expect to find were my father’ssecret poems, saved deep
Blood Moon, Eclipse
There is a mark on the retinaI’m told I must watch, twice the optic nerve. I blink& see the dark side of a moon dissolving into the worldits shadow obscures, a dead star. If I close the lid the moon burnsbrighter, flipped now, as if lit from beyond,