they did a sweep of the area twice more
dusting off the panels as they passed
white porcelain light blinkering
as they bandaged up the remains
\\\\\
piipiipiipii, bzzzdt.
Tap, taptpatptaptap.
Vrrrrrrrrrr, vrrhhhhhrrr,
ckah-clunk, bzzzdt.
/////
several years later, they unwrapped the hollow
when they forgot how to read the patients form
but found only, etched into the edges of the chasm
walls of maize and paper cranes
and the soft siren call
of
the ringing truck
\\
so
skid on the mud
of last winters drought
the windfall is better
the bigger your pouch
or,
cull your tinnitus'
ambiguous haze
on your conjured
posterities
marionette gaze
mix up a stew
in a broken egg's shell
and say your child's
the same as always you knew
( always knew )
and then
wait
watch
see?
as the frosted lanterns
sing the harbor dry
/
but who am I to judge
all boarded windows and gusts
i who you where us we,
-
till just-
follow on down
into that
absent labyrinthine corpse,
crawl on down
into soft mist and dirt
speak the air
and breathe
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
they did a sweep of the area twice more
dusting off the panels as they passed
white porcelain light blinkering
as they bandaged up the remains
\\\\\
piipiipiipii, bzzzdt.
Tap, taptpatptaptap.
Vrrrrrrrrrr, vrrhhhhhrrr,
ckah-clunk, bzzzdt.
/////
several years later, they unwrapped the hollow
when they forgot how to read the patients form
but found only, etched into the edges of the chasm
walls of maize and paper cranes
and the soft siren call
of
the ringing truck
\\
so
skid on the mud
of last winters drought
the windfall is better
the bigger your pouch
or,
cull your tinnitus'
ambiguous haze
on your conjured
posterities
marionette gaze
mix up a stew
in a broken egg's shell
and say your child's
the same as always you knew
( always knew )
and then
wait
watch
see?
as the frosted lanterns
sing the harbor dry
/
but who am I to judge
all boarded windows and gusts
i who you where us we,
-
till just-
follow on down
into that
absent labyrinthine corpse,
crawl on down
into soft mist and dirt
speak the air
and breathe
. . . . .
heidegger famously recommended to better grasp our being,
we should aim to spend more time in graveyards
but really, that's such a nineteen-hundreds privilege speaking,
who the hell these days could afford
an epitaph?
a plot of land?
if we wanted to see ourselves
we'd have to look to
cold ashes
scattered
gone
