“Larded with orchids/And the ashlar odor of light…”

And to the candle I give a spear
To the morning star a body of hemp
To abiding shame an ax
To the expected guest an oak tree
To the house the cemetery of the world around it
To my coffin an apple
Shining in the atramentous night

{from Ascend Ascend by Janaka Stucky}