The tadpole buoyant as basalt The seahorse horsing in assault The owlet in his greenery The narwhal in his cup of sea They all believe They all believe
But collusion bleeds through back alleys From parapets that end in feet When one is weak we discreetly meet We throw the bones into the street As they progress We retreat
And all the books our fathers wrote Are in the middle of the road Little by little we implode History brittle, brown and broke We can't remember what was spoke So we stare in wonder at the smoke What it begets is born alone We know not now what we have known! Ladies, breathe deep against your whalebones When your children come back made of stone
And the terror seething sees a way It's like the wheezing of the bay In miniature agonies They travel westward on the breeze And bring us all to our knees
And the dappled horse, the sorrowed mare With eyes that do not see but stare Beneath boots as black as Malachi He drives a nag into the night Into the night
And all the baby boys we've born With eyes averted from the storm Sent off to die in perfect form We know not now what we have known! Satellite photos and rhetoric See how the euphemism stick And when they come back, broke and burned Those who return have not returned! Ladies, breathe deep against your whalebones When your children come back made of stone
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