Thursday, December 9, 2010

Night Depository

The reenactment
showed the citizens

were sitting ducks, done-in

by the pyroclastic flows

In the blink of a cowering
eye, fallout of a drastic

miscue, one of many
ways to go


Came lymphing down
the home-stretch,

She put us through paces,
Shaker woodwork
and shape-note singing
or call-and-response
endurance anthems:

Troubleshot with
dyspnea, waived and
wavering in cold, star-
less blue curtains

A ways to go

The Quickening
not yet arrived

"There are [still] many
species of biting flies"

And the night hedges
maybe after every
seeming yes or no

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