No Ultima Thule, No Coda
im Jeremy
Obituaries will slant
towards inclination —
in this
de-realming,
wood pigeons bombilate
and you watch their
history
with application.
Roasted root vegetables
were more than an invitation,
and the ferry
was work
across speech bubbles
of reflection: what holds
an identikit
against conspiracy,
swayed in the circuitry,
limited to outreach emoticons.
What will
become
of that manuscript (monumental)
of love poetry (deprogrammed)
shown
beyond
the fallout of the Financial
Times? Contractions
from the epoch
of typewriter:
less space for questioning
before punctuation
seizes
the tiller.
Offering company, hinting
chimeras — drizzle
arcing efflorescent
powerlines:
how power is sourced,
distributed, made in reliance.
John Kinsella
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