What Was Left
I didn’t think it was going to be this bad, they say.
boards, names spoken by others, the face you didn’t see
voices crackling through radio waves interviewed
who stress the value of things
around the end of a green earthy garden hose
what did not fit into the black plastic garbage bag.
and you will feel in the back of your throat, where taste
after mowing neighborhood lawns when the gassy throttle
your skin by surprise. And you will feel the pages and must as you curled
As you suck, you will feel the slippery alarm of Humbert Humbert
The reporters ask about this
above the scrap and sludge using the zoom
will make the films, there will be books, we will write
This microphone picks up everything:
and gravel, your concentration like
is already swirling in eddies.