Every viewer’s glee at Godzilla’s swipe
The Fight Club credit card towers,
Hold hands and swing the bridge
Whomever you caught
Sift their contents until powdered
Build it up with silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Soup cans for needy barrels,
Glass candlesticks at the Goodwill,
Cerebral fluid leak, see Dr. Google
Pictures of never smelled dangers
Oh the others, the others!
There were foundations
Places we dug down, adn
Ran into the diggers up,
We tried to
Prepare a place for you
Digging requires finding,
Soil requesting carbon re-deposit,
Busts broken to feed the ground
Having dug, bridges need pylons
Pylons for which we
Poured the molds,
Watched them stiffen,
Wondered at speed and temperature
(science be damned)
Concrete of shell, of bark, of seaweed, wheat
Were they cured?
Were they cured before planting?
Across pylons, planks
Plank by plan,
As our proxies build our railroads
Someone added our planks
One seemed to lead to another
Not done!
Now flourishes!
Now lion faces, rose faces set in stone rails
Unicorns and shields on the cross pieces
And we walked, strode across, no tolls, no weights.
Fairness flubs and foulness fires
We can say we planted something else
But ash from ash
Say we planted eighteen million virus catchers
Say we planted our tongues in charlatan’s mouths
Say we lost the keys
And swallowed locks rather than say no
Say curtains, with full gravity,
Crush velvet and dust with a dry waterfall,
Are puddles on stage
Say we disappointed our great-grandmothers, who sent their boys,
And our grandfathers, who shot Germans and lived with it.
Say there was no war for us
Yet somehow we still lost.
Say we saw the planks we’d set bobbing
Down the river toward the delta
Say we thought no one was on them,
That they were detritus,
Though from them there were cries,
Say to know is not to be capable,
To sip from a leaky cup
Is to accept the dribbled chin
And hopeful, dripping people
Have to watch the river
All the time.
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