Presented to my field of vision
on the perilous eve of Hitler’s birthday:
one brilliant cardinal couple,
ruby red, vermilion.
I remember the story of eagles,
mythical thunderbirds
who hunted the lightning snakes
to protect oblivious humanity–
floating where they don’t belong–
from their own untimely end.
Nature allows us to gather
and worship at her feet–if only
we scrape together enough respect
through meditation and mindfulness.
Did you think the world would end?
I’m regretting that I ended up in here;
can’t read or write or draw.
Yesterday (it feels like yesterday)
I detected a 6% chance of oblivion
coming on, like a light precipitation
stalled by the height of the clouds.
Were it to have more gravity,
a poor excuse for brevity,
I do genuinely feel like the world
would have stood a chance to–at least–
become toast, a crispy roach’s paradise.
But as it stands now, every day
of our consumption
is another plastic nail
in the coffin of our lovely carelessness.
I really wish I could use my arms.
WHARVED 