The first riddle
is how to get
into the poem
the second
how to get out.
Spend only
as much time
as you need
you’re locked in the drum
shackled
straightjacketed
blindfold
the waters are rising
it’s amniotic fluid
but you’ll drown
just the same
all the more
the man with the axe
stands frozen to his post
he’s watching
with everyone else
paralyzed by delight

you twist writhe
life or death
which will it be

you’re never so alive
as when committing
the suicide of the poem