An Afternoon Prayer
Oh shepherd of three-odd billion years
bring 3’oclock coffee for its paragon
For the light slants at an angle at this hour
it is redshifting, in the atmospheric ether
I begin to hear the music of the death dance playing
from within, while on the streets below
men march in rhythm to a backwards hymn
This is what the green around the capitol is for
Sounds to be made, that they may be diffuse
and pain no more. On the mall, starlings
peck for food in gravel dust. I feel the urge to eat
create, and caulk the holes in time
where I do not exist. I would gladly pay
whatever mileage lets me live another day
My homunculus is lower, even, than the bladder
Please God, bring me the holy nectar!
caffeine to soothe the weary stillness