MY MOST DISHONEST FEATURE IS MY NAME -- Edward Foster

Flowered silk beyond his schooling.
What's left to leave except you bring him home?
We're not told who's been teaching whom.
Elder statesmen classify in kind.

The pious poet writes us out of life.
It's Easter: resurrection's easy if you trust.
Lie back and comb your hand through hair.
My hair.

                      The sea is resurrected
with the wind. The flowered silk reflects
my likness now.

                     Resurrection,
statesmen, pious poets,
leave or touch his hand as silk.
Never tell me what is kind.