Along blood avenues ::
globes of hair
swishing in troughs of
dirty milk :: some hatted, gelled
others sprayed into spiral
beehives ::
the irratic buzz of color-coated
beasts
grazing on the sidewalk
:: we forget
so easily as we move,
legs, the weight
of bodies, the mucous
veil :: I :: can’t see
where they, where I,
where we :: dutifully
and without thought ::
are going :: but
then :: what is a game
of chess
without a coronation,
without trading a pawn
for a queen :: an aimless
jaunt
across a square :: by
the end, each pawn
unpieced :: an eye, hand,
foot, heart
shivers along the ground
until each gives out ::
I mean I give out, I
mean I, and eventually :: all |