“Is there another poetry than the one I know? That seems to me the inescapable question.” Grossman

i subscribe purple cloth mouth
agape and swing select a bow
today one hundred enemies slain

a free life the trap between
foot soldiers familiar patterns in pixels
veins open up onto decaying sewer

this cave is still a gift to spinning refuse
the surface this cave is still a gift to
the abyss edge one hundred enemies slain

a free life the words but words but the present
spinning selects a box is a cave is still a gift
to which i subscribe purchase into decaying

spinning spinning refuse the trap between
foot soldiers familiar patterns in a free four
this cave is a cave is creepy coded like

the present spinning selects a box
a triumphant return to spinning
spinning selected a box was a cave

is a cave is still a gift to which i subscribe
purchase into decaying spinning spinning
spinning spinning selects a bow today

one two the trap between four familiar foot
soldiers familiar patterns in a free life
the present spun refuses the surface

this cave is a cave is a cave is a cave
is a cave is a cave is still a gift to which i
subscribe purple cloth in my mouth

agape and too near this cave is still a gift to the trap
between foot soldiers familiar patterns in pixels
veins open up onto a decaying selected bow today

Source: Grossman, Allen R. True-love: Essays on Poetry and Valuing. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2009. Page 6. Print.