I The Funeral--We've Got to Get Some Flowers

II Choir Boys Who Are Waving the Verdigris Incense Boxes in the Wind

III My Deepest Desire Is to Dehumanize Myself

IV A Snowstorm That Enables a Thief to Escape

V The Only Way of Escaping the Horror is to Submit to the Horror

VI I Bear a Charnel House inside Myself, and Poetry Will Have to Answer for it

VII A Very Brief Note on Lousy Paper, on a Kind of Gray Ash

VIII The Galley Slaves' Chains Were Called: The Vines. What Kind of Fruit Did They Bear?

IX Thus I Will Stop Writing That I Am "Literally" Dying

X I Burned for So Long, Burned with Such Glowing Hatred That I Turned to Ash

XI I Heard the Horses' Hoof Steps as They Drew the Cart Bearing the Coffin with the Executed Man into the Small Cemetery

XII Two Angels, Tired of Flying, Have Sat Down to Rest on a Telegraph Pole

XIII And That Is Actual Holiness: To Live According to the Sky, Despite God

XIV I Am Talking about a Country Whose Skin Was Torn Away, Down to Its Bones

XV The Horse Drawing the Funeral Wagon Was Tired. Two Choir Boys, One of Whom Held the Incense Branch in His Hand, Were Secretly Whistling a Pop Tune

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