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Instability

               It is a horrible thing to feel all we possess slipping away – Pascal, Pensees, 212

The winter churns away above the stars
And thunderstorms divide the falling snow
Like pulverized domains of Venus, Mars….

The only difference between what they know
(By which I mean the gods above and worse
Below) is wind and snow, how both renew

The chilling grudges either side of time—
And time is all we’ve got to make the few
Mistakes that take us out beyond the game.

Detested earth beneath my feet and breath
Within my chest indict these bones I claim
The same as draughts on squares that jump for death

Or life. The Herod name, so old, so full of gold
And rusting all the same…. I wish the earth
Would swallow whole the price that fame foretold

In blood. Intestinal politicos
Like Caesar can negotiate the cold
And haunt Jerusalem’s dunned porticos

But kings affixed with templed crowns insist
When thunder whispers names in swirling snow
It means that children die with all the rest

That vanity deletes. In general,
When word goes out, the world will not resist.
They say I am unstable, illiberal—

I say a word that’s canceled can’t exist.

Comments

  1. Rufus McCain says:

    I like this before understanding it.

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