#far below plowed fields

Who knows? Maybe it would be simpler.
When she was alive, her body
confused him; he couldn’t think
clearly when she was close. Scent
of her skin made him dizzy.

Now, where she had been: only
a gaping hole in air,
an emptiness he could fill with song.

Gregory Orr, from “Far below, plowed fields…”, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)