We have much news
today. The human heart
wears thin with ire
pouring from the breast
into a vat of hollow steam
greeting the blood that clots.
There will be news tomorrow
should you wake and wear
yourself to the quick
when you visit St. Vincents,
put on a peacock to size,
walk to the wharf and go
sailing away to isles
unnamed, we have that
much news and must convey
the peril of walking upright
where we went on all fours,
day no different than night.
(16 October 2010)
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