Saturday, July 18, 2020

9-11-01 by Fanny Howe



The first person is an existentialist


Like trash in the groin of the sand dunes

Like a brown cardboard home beside a dam


Like seeing like things the same

Between Death Valley and the desert of Pavan


An earthquake a turret with arms and legs

The second person is the beloved


Like winners taking the hit

Like looking down on Utah as if


It was Saudi Arabia or Pakistan

Like war-planes out of Miramar


Like a split cult a jolt of coke New York

Like Mexico in its deep beige couplets


Like this, like that . . . like call us all It,

Thou It. “Sky to Spirit! Call us all It!”


The third person is a materialist.


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