Where in the world
Was I standing when all of the school buses were abandoned?
The voices of the trees
What did they have to say about today’s execution?
Unusual world.
With a masterful patience for precision.
The maladroit tremors of each moment
Are as fleeting as the smoke beneath the lampshade.
What was the weather like
When all of the airplanes fell from the sky?
How many dentists died for no reason
On the day that I was born?
Just as easily as the wine from my glass
Can the tears of millions spill to the Earth
And run, disappearing into each crack and crevice
Into the Night.
It seems so awfully heavy
All of this.
Chase all of the answers deep into the evening.
Scrape and scratch at all who pass.
Contaminate the world with your selfish story.
End
Things
Badly
If you dare.