Still Life, Sealed Letter

By Carrie Katz

Go now, crushed world.
I feel the cramp
Of how you're folded.
Temple to blue knee,
You'll be cloistered first
In war-shaped plane, then room
After parching room, staining
You with Wait.
Knowing you and knowing well
Where now I send you,
The corners of you lightly tacked,
She will take you in
Her long hot hands, and tear
You clean, apart.