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D I S A R M A G E D D O N
I was sitting here, all fiddle-dee-dee,
looking over the triceratops,
like I have been these past few
millennia. Grass grew, I ate it. Running hard,
I no more shook the earth than would a mastodon
searching for the hidden rhododendron.
Flash, you might say. I was all over,
Cooked in an instant. Four 2-minute eggs,
one right after the other, flipped in
a frying pan, brought by a raccoon,
taken on a steamship over water
I swam in as a tadpole.
Look out for me. I’ll be holding
rose petals gathered for your funeral.
I wonder what spiders taste like,
and bees.
D R O N E
I guess what I remember most about my mother
is the way she smoothed the hair over
the head with the hand. I can still feel
the warmth she generated from within the palm. Of course
it’s raining now, the frozen hulks of expended equipment
litter this place of rest. The bayonets were tough enough
but what killed us was the laughter of those people on the set,
drinking coffee, making jokes about electoral chances
the persons have in the swing districts. Persons say
they approve, persons say they disapprove. The hands
have killed all of their enemies. Of this, The mother
may find it unreasonable. But for all the reconditioning,
the election and the ultimate authorization, the persons
have reason to laugh and carry on.
I N T H E T H R O E S O F C I V I L W A R
Soldiers in the fort must have been
depressed, either about their deployment
to the frontier or the chances they’d contract
typhus, or an arrow to the gut, a lance to
the chest, club to the head. One may have
wondered when the swing set and jungle gym
would be build outside the walls, first on gravel,
then on chewed-up rubber from used tires
from automobiles. One may wonder when
the grocer would turn on the lights in twilight
and invite the kids in the park to come have
a soda before supper. Everywhere I go today
will be a playground. Everywhere I go today
will mean a soda at twilight.
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