total
oh, eclipse?
she is not going to
make it
she missed her flight
airlines are
fucked these days
but don’t be distracted
by your superstitions about
those material
signs
keep getting where you
that coagulation on the field
to watch her disappear
come witness
her absence
that predictable magic
of oceans
rising of waters
in limbs
why stop to remark on life going
eclipse? oh she isn’t going to
be here
everyone else from
anywhere else
but here
this nowhere
fly-over
country
was right on
predetermined, preprogramed
time
they held the atlas
at the ready
for millennia
all figures added up
reduced everyone to
single digits
which only multiplied the theories
and divided kith
exponentially
if spheres always are spherical
and cows witness everything
without
revealing
a single thing
then
when
the earth moves
round the sun
who will i
become
they kept standing there
in those lonesome
fields
those flat walkways to gold and
the seismic lines of
faults to fill
the nothingness one passes across
to take
one’s dream
driving up over
powdered mounds of
the other's homes and
another's
bones
they turned up and stayed
chins as archers’ arrows
eyes rolled on the axis
took to chewing on grass
as others have done
in despair
the sun set and rose
the moon eventually
she showed
the grazers kept grazing
the gazers kept gazing
and planes flew
over
and by
until the very end