Unday 

From no nowhere not near the sea
on blue field flax
the cemetery's absolutely solitary
you and you and a third

of a pound of bread
for supper in the refectory
where I would die of hunger
if you--if soon--if on this unday--one

undoing would be undone

From Gone by Fanny Howe. Copyright © 2003 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted by permission of the University of California Press. All rights reserved.