A hole in the wall, filled with a board
On a hinge, with a knob.
Like that heavy thing on the
Nozzle of the pressure cooker lid,
The bleeder on the furnace oil pump,
Or Framed floating panels on furniture
Or front doors. Green ground wire.
Cadmium control rods. Pot lids.
Box tops. Deconstructionist navels.
The fulcrum of everything we make
Pivots on the part that breaks it.
The container must be opened.
The moat must be drawbridged.
The wall must be breached.
The meaning explodes into being
By the undoing, the release point.
There are as many words for this
As there are made-things, the
Meaning of life, is found in death.