the harder it is to believe
what they’re saying.
-David Byrne, Stop Making Sense
Manna is prone
to mealworms
or mold; iridescence
heralds both
fever and death.
As any city
pigeon knows:
freedom’s wings
may come
stapled to rats—and
Eden’s fruit is filled
with pith—still,
gutters grant quick
baptismal baths,
and you do not need
to sing the beautiful
for the sound you
make to be the truth.
