Sunday, March 1, 2015

As Months Merge




As Months Merge

Slaughterhouse nap-dreams... brass bullets
straight to swine-squeal foreheads.
You have been reading newspapers,
barrel-bomb stories set in Syria or Iraq,
sidebar crucifixions, beheadings,
runaway London teens crossing
the porous border from Turkey to....
Now the east window is cracked open
to a starry night... some thick-haired
dwarf planet entering human consciousness.
So many natural wonders... neglect or appreciate.
You awaken sweaty, crusty-eyed, not yourself...
neither protagonist or antagonist, nor deciding agent.




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