dawn in the crematorium window
order never lacked for appearances

god depreciates value by redemption
nature deserves to fail


•    


copernicus built the bomb that defined us
but can defeat be endless and successful
one sees the occasional symmetry


•    


what would it be like
to defend a “self”?

or to begin every journey
anticipating the moment of retreat

“I’m not dead yet”
so much for echoes


•    


then the stories came out to meet us as if
the hypnotic was inseparable from its symbols
and beauty exhaled a copy of beauty


•    


the persecuted persecuted
the hordes civilized

a prostitute promised justice
a cannibal promised equality

the old world conquered difference
the new world memorialized amnesia

posterity intoxicated remorse
immortality rehabilitated every disease


•    


revolution was voluntary:
they made the future safe for fear
“no exceptions”


•    


without warning the herds started flowing backwards from incubator to
wilderness perhaps attracted by the scent of a new genome or commands
from an uninterruptible language in which no regret is left unspoken
and democracy adores a mute witness


•    


truth means “to wallow on the brink of conviction"
as if you were the last person alive


•    


what if the primordial
had been impotent and
evolution fermented from
extinction to fetal slime


•    


 
fog in fog
then daylight

each indigenous pseudonym
as good as it gets


•    


that which outlives contemplation
wakes to exploit another day