that your children meet the day
in the new world banned music
even the timber, still, and as ready
I was for you to die, my darling dog,
that they go to the schools who are
they now, chutes of love & violent,
totally, (we know. but are made to watch
again & again what dying away
is) it okay to pull the screen?
I can’t bear to see; even friendship
that I’ve failed so much too, remembers
the day snaps it is failed to weep stuck it
goes on: Into the night, Toll, but it is still
past paralysis, of cell. Quiet, care
shifts knowing there is some
real work left. It is so vital,
after the self that works in the night
still flat, as all; were scrambled to the helm.
