Ponderance Need Not Know

I begin to unfold like envelopes sent

By the hands of those who unfold

From the early part of a childhood, misspent

I remember books I now misquote

Hush below

Oh, oh ponderance need not know

All the icicles from the house that hanged us

I realize they still melt on us

You decline to reach for the apparatus

I cry as they carry you out

Down to the earth

From before our birth

Kept sealed