"Three"
"Like soldiers the limbo babies are
arranged in rows wearing spikes and epaulets,
saluting the flag.
There is innocence and there is its corollary, greed.
After a while no one has anything left, we believe,
since each day exacts its fleshy sliver.
Now we are even more bereft, alone
with our cracked-brained ideas, wandering around
absently picking things up, linking arms
with any old person, always this exhaustion.
As if the mist weren't enough to sustain us,
as if our encyclopedias had run out of descriptions, as if
in the graveyards there weren't already a plethora of zombies.
When the chalk settles over the universe of landscapes,
who will diagram our sentences?"
Oh, I'm glad that happened to somebody else.
That happened to me twice in a reading.
My phone, so karma, good.
I love it.
OK.