First pantoum based on an expurgated line

Please put them back in the closet,

these small items whose deft toes are soiled,

not knowing anymore which comet's tail caused it,

which dying star indefinitely toiled.

These small items whose deft toes are soiled

know which previous age their work resumes,

which dying star indefinitely toiled --

though you, feeding ones, engorge your pantoums:

Know which previous age their work resumes,

and you will know the quality of your sins,

though you, feeding ones, engorge your pantoums

on air that fragrant, bluely thins.

And you will know the quality of your sins

only within, underground, in an enclosed space

on air that fragrant, bluely thins

where your small blue thumbs begin to trace.

Only within, underground, in an enclosed space,

not knowing anymore which comet's tail caused it,

where your small blue thumbs begin to trace:

please put them back in the closet.