PROLOGUE

A sharp stick

In rough hands

 

Searching plains

To make bodies temples

 

Over wood fires

Quietly smokes rise

 

To industry

(and thanking, we ate)

 

Today struggle becomes clammy fingertips

Yearning for

 

The slick touch

Of some ancient bones

That time had turned to sludge

 

But we're

Always seeking

Always making new temples

 

EPILOGUE

Today I read about normcore

In the blogosphere

Which my god is such a gas these days

 

And why I'm a failure if by 30

I don't own two sets of sheets

(now I have a goal at least)

 

One awful video showed children

Searching rubble for things to eat

 

There's a woman in Sweden.

Or Finland or Iceland.

You know what I mean.

 

She cooks in a coffee maker

Noodles and toast and bacon and lamb hearts.

Such novelty!

 

We're not exactly in the habit of suffering, you understand

It's not our fault though

Don't beat yourself up

 

 

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*The second poem in this set, 'Epilogue', was included in the Columbia Art League juried publication 'Interpretations', 2015