FROM “POEMS PEOPLE LIKED (2)” – CATASTROPES

Catastrophes unknown to me

occur each minute

 

while darting mayflies

sentence silence

to articulate their presence

 

and a murmur presses

on my eardrums,

fitfully.

 

I think of blue whales

and the cut and gleam of opal,

birds of paradise and etched mosaics,

 

but the hard harpoon

thumps home – behind, a thieving hand;

guns moan and palaces are stormed.

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