1.
In every place
where I am alone,
a single stratagem:
wait.
It is hard waiting
for the landscape
to want you there.
But I wait.
2.
Tuesday in America,
no one says a word
about the tractors
running over
the suns reflection
on dewdrops
on blades of grass
in some country
or if not rain,
the way the wind
brings up the sand
makes it
into giant sculptures.
The universe
is building shapes
trying to tell us
what its castles
look like.
It is not enough;
we must throw
some blood
and bits of skull;
beat the speed
of wind, with metal,
turn dust storms
into a hail of bullets
that tears through
skin and splatters
all this life into
puddles- the sand
dries up around it
into a crust.
The wind
goes on building castles
around us.
It is hard waiting
for the landscape
to want you there.
But I'll wait.
3.
On 9/11/01
we lost
only slightly
more as had died
from tobacco
on 5/4/88
or 6/17/92
or 4/16/97.
Perhaps if Arabs
had invented
tobacco,
we would all
stop smoking?
It is the simplest lesson:
Sometimes people die.
It is the hardest lesson
to be easy: Let them go
and rest in peace, not
to trod on their graves
so we can wave a flag
and call to avenge them.
No one ever mentions
the pentagon. Always
the arms stretched up
towards the air. Even
the nightclubs and the
russian theaters are
too human. We care
about this, because
we care about the sky,
and we care about them
because they fell from it:
Let them go back up.
I am waiting for the folly
to end. It is hard waiting
for the landscape
to want you there.
But I'll wait.
4.
I don't want
to be safe
anymore.
I am tired
of being protected.
I am ill
from what
this security
tastes like.
Let's just be victims, then.
It's not the worst thing
that we could be.
-e.
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