Tombe lentement vers la terre Fall slowly toward the earth you’ve been sent back to repair yourself Stravinsky’s virgin has returned to dance herself into eternity We all outta jump back and kiss ourselves feel lucky in the swell and shuck of deja vu we all thought about leaving just to seize in the grandeur of return to notice something new about the space between the two front teeth of queens on the altar posing as wall. Keep hearing flutes and Lucca, heard your very own daughter had to sue you to see you bought before the US Supreme court two blue bloods: a widow and a child divvy up Tunisia while a worm erodes that eager dimple of yours beneath the cold wheel of karma makes a road makes a stray makes a traveler makes another daughter of dust pushing an empty stroller across the onramp Why are there so many men in the sun pushing empty strollers from the Salvation Army so many ghosts in their roll up on and supplies ponderous devastation the highest highs are for the fallen your indented cheek tastes like the shed skin of gnats your trumpet fat with maggots your widow fat with greed your secret baby 40 and Ma a fa on her knees helping her gather the last of you and make it say her name
