Parquet from pre-war assembly
of ligaments, under carpet

What about post-war? Ruins
of tenderness upon racket —

Symphonic buzzing bees 
pollinating Jell-O sh- it’s allergy
season, post-nasal climate on
at, well, defense.

Empty spring beaches and beached
polar bears flash their vortexes,

Arrested by your glare – the sun’s,
which runs through your eye as
though lightening glanced not from sky

on high but from sand, where
you wanted to be buried – nostrils 
poking at air 

Under water sits God 
within easy reach
air restlessly blooms from
begonias + Tarantella calls you
aside

We all sit silently when
silence rains 
hits panes and bellows
against our chest
again


Why did you, again
slow depreciation 
of fireside chats +
the spectacle of 
war –

the German U-boat
turning circles, shot
rudder, sitting duck –
KRAUTS! 

And the underdog
that will win with 
fighting spirit, spurs

an upset operational mad
anger epsilon pow dry
kegs on regrets, that wood
fallow grounding supining and so 
surround surrogate feelings with 
weaponry.