you are
the final warning

the friendly siren preceding
you full swell and rise

everything after (from
the names of the rocks to the
rings of the trees) is
pantomimed—cheap and
silent mockery, appeasements
bought on a dime
a coin that used to purchase
gum and cigarettes and
lipstick, now
good for nothing

and every morning after yours
basks under a
halogen sun.

7.28.12.