Cutting Apathy into Thirds
The dead bird
hurried into dust
between the side bushes
and the garage,
the grub-stirred patch of lawn
massaged frenetically by the crows.
***
My nose
has a memory not unlike the eye
though olfactory
and derived completely on its own
no factory can produce much of anything without borrowing
part of its method from some other clone,
some other mechanization of the larger organism,
the altruism of the order
to hide as much as possible
as though
too much were already known.
The sloam forever old, cold
repugnance beneath our bones.
^^^^^^
hurried into dust
between the side bushes
and the garage,
the grub-stirred patch of lawn
massaged frenetically by the crows.
***
My nose
has a memory not unlike the eye
though olfactory
and derived completely on its own
no factory can produce much of anything without borrowing
part of its method from some other clone,
some other mechanization of the larger organism,
the altruism of the order
to hide as much as possible
as though
too much were already known.
The sloam forever old, cold
repugnance beneath our bones.
^^^^^^