Moog synth cathedral tunes
on windy afternoons
awaken Emily,
her white dress trembling.
Ted Hughes killed Sylvia Plath,
not the impartial math
of carbon + monoxide
= suicide.
Poor Proserpina, raped,
diaphonously draped
upon a bed of gold,
between her legs grows mold.
Baroque decomposition:
a lemon peel, a fish, and
a rotten hunk of bread:
the lunchbox of the dead.