Half-abstinence, and broken pseudo-
fasts; "I guess consumption is destiny,"
like fire, like America, consuming:
pills, land, animals and people (who
flee at the fringes)
And the apex of it all, offhand
thoughts of pallid and inexplicable
skies: stars, satellites, birds,
tackled to the earth, all
incommunicable as understanding.
But those thin jackals from
starved forests - with sludgy
swamps, and fat
starfish baking in the sun, with
lost ascetics from the green river.