I knew what Tate was leading you to see.
But, even so, I found it torturous
to have a look. Our pain is often thus:
knowledge enhances its intensity.
And, if your corpse had this effect on me,
what did it do to you? A distant cuss,
I could have told myself: “Get serious!”
What could you tell yourself, girl, finally?
We search for closure — and, of course, we get it.
But closure can be thoroughly obscene.
Yes, we can have occasion to regret it.
Yes, we can ask our end notes what they mean.
Out of my memory I long to edit
the saddest moment ever on the screen.