Monday, March 14, 2016

POEM: "Make Us Love"

Make Us Love

Make us love a different metaphor
the intelligible sphere whose big center
is everywhere whose circumference is nowhere
pan to the monkeys pan to the tigers pan to the trains
at Shanghai South if you want to see a million people
proud of no compassion the neighborhood gone
because the bells have stopped their ringing
bring the dented compass to a desert island

two months of packaged food no other people
two years lucky with no diseases or disasters
the fish are waiting in the waters to be caught
because the first day the compass will point north
because on the second the needle will drop off
and that's exactly where you'll find it.

© 2016 Rob Schackne

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