Electric light age;
no keep
nothing for keeps.
Kelp & soy;
marooned when
one stops working.
Call this an ethic.
Tied down,
when so many
cease to be
agents of
a new career path
like a transplanted
heart: bismuth
& polyurethane
like a mace-head
for a master of
ritual naming
never used in public
heimlich
aristocrat
mensch
lagan
pawn
from the skies
packages & fingers
the consensus slopes
& ants in our heads
he didn't come back after the
accident
strike the line of poplar trees
I wonder how to live like them
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