Tuesday, September 13, 2016

INVOLUNTARY

High up specks of little
birds' wings'
reflexive beating

softly, efficiently 
trips some ancient 
circuit in me, 

repeating—like it or not, 
some invisible 

force is
always working;

an invincible 
nurse—who may 
not care, but whose duty 

it is nonetheless,
to wipe all our 
tears whenever we 

fall—if not 
our sorry 

incontinent
assholes later on.