Steve Hamilton
AT RANDOM
Of postures taken
Little indication was given
We were to spend hours watching slender
Black lines erratically divide fields
Of primary color . Clouds pursued me
With insinuations of previous neglect
Like a dried wash rag limply hanging
From a towel rack . As ifl could no
Longer remember what year the war
Would start again. As in it has all
Passed before you . Miles of cows
Digesting undernourished grass and still
Somehow growing fat. Doesn't the land–
Scape want to be popular? Is this what
My forefathers have left me? Maps,
And a pair of eyes looking at you as
If
to
doubt death would ever be enough .
As in 0, insomnia, so lovely of you!
And beautiful, too, like an angel's
Grief under an old-fashioned it is not
Sufficient to feel that. One more
Cheeseburger eaten as
you
combat
A formidable swarm of gnats . What , me
Retreat?
You
will never see the day
