The first curl of knuckles into unfamiliar fist / begins to set
a pattern in the synapses: here is how to respond / tuck in
and be ready. This great love of the wide world / doesn’t translate
well into the everyday details. The people at large/ are not graceful
but determined to claim stake. And who / can blame them?
We in this world have arrived in the midst / of disintegration
and we none of us thought carefully / before deciding to contribute –
we woke / to find ourselves / on the boat / already sinking.
Quick comes the impulse to save / what might be saved
the small pieces grow significant / the large movements
too late in arriving / so we will take what we can / even of peace.
It is the mute truth of our defeat / at the hands
of our greatest epic storied histories / how science
killed us with its material / how we killed
the world with our need to know / and to take.
The fist cannot form fully / the joints are already
too swollen to bend / or to straighten:
crooked fingers / poised and waiting.