has died
And tomorrow brings
Forth a helping
Of ham sandwiches
And chorizo rice,
And a cold glass of milk,
And vitamin pills,
And sleepy morning sunlight
Clinging to baby eyelids.
The world unraveling,
Yarn by yarn to reveal
A cracked expanse:
Dingy suburbs alternating
With shiny metal subways,
Flimsy straw huts,
And highways,
Schoolbooks once mandatory
Depicting every one of them.
The bell rings and
Suddenly footsteps seem
To linger if but for a second,
Encasing its victims
In a universe where time stops—
Stood—still
Still enough to wrinkle,
And feel the soft nudging
Of naked wrist against
Wrist-watched wrists,
Breakfast crumbs against
Crumpled lips,
Rotting umbrellas against
Sweating hips,
Oxen straining against
Grass-strewn rifts,
Coal dust against
Swollen lids—
So tolls the bell
And ends
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
has died
And tomorrow brings
Forth a helping
Of ham sandwiches
And chorizo rice,
And a cold glass of milk,
And vitamin pills,
And sleepy morning sunlight
Clinging to baby eyelids.
The world unraveling,
Yarn by yarn to reveal
A cracked expanse:
Dingy suburbs alternating
With shiny metal subways,
Flimsy straw huts,
And highways,
Schoolbooks once mandatory
Depicting every one of them.
The bell rings and
Suddenly footsteps seem
To linger if but for a second,
Encasing its victims
In a universe where time stops—
Stood—still
Still enough to wrinkle,
And feel the soft nudging
Of naked wrist against
Wrist-watched wrists,
Breakfast crumbs against
Crumpled lips,
Rotting umbrellas against
Sweating hips,
Oxen straining against
Grass-strewn rifts,
Coal dust against
Swollen lids—
So tolls the bell
And ends
