Would you throw a ball?
A stone cast, and all that,
Into a small objective world?
So you were back then,
Then you darkened in a pall,
Only a chalk trace
Left on the earth.
Fill in all the wilderness,
Will you. I know:
Love me in one death.
This night-glazed invasion
Underswept those with us
And those against
(I can tell you, it was 4 to 1).
At the vacant center,
Unleavened and leavened,
Disks of scrap, skyward bright,
Following you—
Those little bits of iron
Ore, magnetized with songs of praise.
No, we were not satisfied.
Don’t be extinguished,
Your house after all
Was a budding train
Noontime and night.
Even you stand
With open eyes;
No it’s evening,
Right? We could not
Deter you to cast
The unused
over the shoulder—
With salt it brings luck—
But when were you
going to tell me
Everything finally
Ends up in the sky?