Thank you.
Another short poem here, on the left side of page four,
poem called "Up to the Minute."
"A jet falls on a cow.
Part of the animal sticks out and twitches,
like the usual closeups of the hero's jaw.
Children I admire play in the crushed cows shadow, and even
the plane itself has been left atop the skeletonized milk
giver, clouding one's dreams of a bloodless coup.
That's "Up to the Minute."