#1999 - a gathering of accidents

 

1999

6.173

22.vi.25

a gathering of accidents

 

as any land

as any sea

as any ice afloat

 

cabin smoke roll

and now we’re on wheels

dug under the map, ditched

                leavings of a dream

 

guess motive

 

at pace, on the way

for the fumes, pushed on

ribbon of tar into the grey

 

                view impassive

as if it would still be here tomorrow

 

road banks erratically, all edge

 

ask when will be joining the gone

                 and is it here?

 

no one knows why

they’re waking up all over the world

 

rarely will they could they tell where, what year, how

 

these things are less than are found in a mirror

 

fundament under

scream of the flung

these are very human extrusions

beneath the first word, low growl

 

concupiscapes

 

flows of blow now set

flower ready for the rain

 

weather’s telling itself over

 

they’re waking up to this again

 

gods build their ruins here