You glimpse them huddled in cafes,
Conspiring to sneak the dullest lives
From packed parking lots and thimbles.
As the snake bites through the flower dress and gets her,
As August stumbles drunk down a corridor at noon,
As the most magnificent rooster crows.
And yes the Ammon brothers make holy artifacts
And yes John kissed Jane and they cried they felt so alive
And yes you fell and fall
Over and over and over.
Meanwhile the dead arrive
Early for dinner
To shuck oysters
And scrounge for pearls.
And they don't let it touch them.
And when it rains
And when it suns
And when they moan
And the moaning doesn't even touch them,
And who can blame the moaning?
When an animal cries
To sniff out death.
When a human cries
Concerned faces circle
To make it stop.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord