Alight

The cabin thoroughly sealed. we would have liked an oblong mortality, an neutral falling at line’s finish. backyard “Death makes angels people all” I’d written at the blackboard within the cadaver room the subsequent morning an individual wrote Are you yes? If now not angels then plants I acknowledged then flew To town of holy taverns the place beggars prostrate for hours till one sits immediately up head engorged like a lily On fast-forward in a nature convey on the bed-and-breakfast the landlord served us crab quiche The close by pueblo was once closed that day A mom saved shouting return return So we rode a travel bus to the levee “Mean ol’ levee taught me to weep and moan” And the previous guy with crummy wallet snapped Son this lottery ticket’s expired! irrespective of here’s a few funds for it but when it wins expensive sir the hobo acknowledged disregard me now not overlook me now not “Who Has No Land Has No Sea” If the disaster is going on it has long gone on dragonflies Will mime mummify in depression till one grows An aardvark’s tongue licks its wings and legs loose To procreate new strains of flight and the egret Now a brown duck will discover a send or a rock on which to dock Beguiled and confused like a person kept from drowning even though now not from Poseidon’s beasts no need attempting To hose its feathers down no down or downtime For this one chicken while sight is determined at the destiny Of one thousand different birds who speedy examine from the glide Carcasses and dolphin logs and from those that have survived Who will perish of their intoxicated plumes like snoozing lower than automobile hoods in a mechanic’s storage for 5,000 miles On finish oil switch and gulf jumbo shrimp gulping If all is one one isn't really the entire earth consistently wins for wasting two times a River After learning our faces for months My son is familiar with to beam Is the item to do He’ll spend years decoding love The injustice or the semblance Having been introduced into this international Volition is an afterthought what's going to I inform him approximately land and language and burial locations my father doesn’t communicate of maybe my mom is familiar with within the motion picture the dispossessed can't go back even if they’re lifeless The journalist felt Rebuke for no longer having concept It mattered or for having concept it mattered an excessive amount of Will I inform my son all international locations come up after mass homicide that I don’t recognize Any nationwide anthem by way of center can’t sing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”? I may still flip to vegetation and clouds as a substitute even though this has already been stated good it really is evening while he gazes Into his mother’s eyes at tub time Qyss & Laila she proclaims after an extended day’s paintings He giggles together with his shoulders now not figuring out He’s fitting an internet In his amygdala or whichever locations technology thinks love dwells Even love is a spot? O son Love no nation and hate none And take note crimes occasionally Immortalize their sufferers different occasions the victimizer take into account the way you used to stare upon the trampoline Leaves on their branches? Don’t think the sound of the ocean In a seashell think the ocean The unending trope and don’t say a lot approximately another’s language discover ways to like it whereas looking at silence For the useless and the residing in it The Bedouin Poem The moon, a natural Islamic form, seemed down.