There’s eleanor by the poolRed fingernails tapping a fileShe’s tracking the amorous man, in styleHalf shell on the earsEtiquette plucks a browShe’s ready with the mercury tear and towelAnd the lord of hosts is breathing on the windowHis foggy tethered ghostHe’s tracking the amorous manRed line on the mapFocus on the mutual preyAnthony crosses state lines on holidayOut on the funeral seaThe lovers love and drownThe white whale of the world takes them downFar above their headsThe tongue of flame is stutteringAnd virtue goes to bedThe death of the amorous man