Not Unknown to That Fearless Cove in the Heart
Don’t mind the man behind the curtain
as you come to the end of the yellow brick road
Lightly buoyed by cognitive storms
the facts lay suspended
As the song of the lyre bird
dirges the death of the forest
As throats of children
and black men can’t breathe
As distressed, failing nations
seek the company of collapsing bee colonies
Don’t mind the man behind the curtain
follow your app to the land of milk and honey
Let a lullaby put you in touch with alien species
the one writing this might be on its way out.
Embedded deep in the ice-core of Ages
please find the instructions for the Seventh Generation
Perhaps no different from the ones issued
on the eve of the 5th Great Extinction
Leak them out: not pretty and polished like the Grail
and yet not unknown to that fearless cove in your heart
May be in this pinch they’ll do
January 2017