you’d think that when motherfuckers are trying to swindle you, they could be a bit more subtle about it:
The Irish Lottery
17 Copse Hill, Swindle,
SW20 0NE, Dublin,
Ireland.
Ref: UK/9420X2/68
Batch: 074/05/ZY369
WINNING NOTIFICATION:
We happily announce to you the draw (#1004) of the IRISH LOTTERY online Sweepstakes
International program this first quater of 2007.Your e-mail address attached to ticket number:
56475600545 188 with Serial number 5368/02 drew the lucky numbers: 03, 18, 25, 28, 35, 43, bonus 38
— Bonus 04, which subsequently won you the lottery in the 1st category i.e match 5 plus bonus.
You have therefore been approved to claim a total sum of 350,000.00 (Three Hundred And Fifty Thousand Euros)
in cash credited to file KTU/9023118308/03
To file for your claim, contact our fiduciary agent:
May 19th, 2007
Michael:
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Bronze the sky, with no
XIII. The Route to the North
I bring down a bit of its light
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Glimmering of light:
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
To a higher level of appearance.
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
The purest form is always the one
visitors’ dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
Glimmering of light:
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Summer bees were saying
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
—Now that you notice it—have just moved past
Sits at the limit of a kind of world