She saw her naked future
before her funeral.
It went through stony flesh
leisurely, like a ghost.
She lost (in an electromagnetic
river) our nest
(our human nest built of
faustian overbookness).
The lab, where photography had won
millions of lives,
was dusty, achromatic, hypnotizing, —
was almost a graveyard?
He got undressed and told
his bones ‘hello!’
She was the wife of a physicist, her name was
Anna Rontgen.
The hand of Mrs. Wilhelm Rontgen
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