<excerpt from saiz's "muteness i"> 2004-01-15.9:02 p.m. excerpt from "Muteness I" Prospero Sa�z The poem--a ghostly place that is not yours. It has no need of trees or earth or clouds, luxuriant landscapes; it has no need of homes or beds or any shelter. It has no need of language or of words. It has no need of life. It has no use for you or for itself. It is, the poet is not! back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad