9-11-01
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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