92. At Our Back, Disordered Noise:

“children are responsibility, grandchildren our hope”

At our back disordered noise
things get unforgiving here, not helpful
oh children, children, children, are you redeeming
are you collapsing us w/ scarlet rooty-tooting
like the ending of all natural delusions
into need, demand, uncertain laughter
everything changing, yes, into itself & nothing
our bodies’ transformation into tapirs delicious
too much so
            we preserve no possibilities this time

no sense in here, little creatures, no
just infinite hunger & the remains of spittle
our enemies now huge and flaming
“these are ours and therein all that is”
let’s be waving at friends from the future
maybe laughter & perversity make a redeeming couple
glimpses of waterfowl pattering across the quay
what threatens the world will not protect these
only us with what heteroclite fragments
                                        best to use

just typical of this young world
lots of that pudding please
I miswrite here, OK –
like you disordered children
all her smutty fragments
oh Sarah I can’t stand it
just switch attention off the mess
then it’s all about speech
unusable & valueless
                     but a bit familiar to you then

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