Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Another Day in This Here Cosmos by Maureen N. McLane


Another Day in This Here Cosmos

Stormthreat, Clouddarkened
mountain, computer
unplugged. Commuters
to nature on a plain

of grass the sheep
munch clear of clover.
A park’s a way to keep
what’s gone enclosed forever.

Rhyme is cheap.
So is pop.
Easy to be obese
in a land fat with rape.

Now the sun burns
unprotected skin.
Now the sheep
dream of lanolin.

To everything alive
we’re kin.
Eat or be eaten—
what the vegan

spurns and the Jain.
I saved a fly
I baptized William Blake
and released to the sky.
Of course he’ll die.

The new grasses
a brighter green
than the older spears
make this a scene

of summer starring
black butterflies. The Faerie
Queene alights from her magic car
a red convertible

and she a glam tranny.
The sheep don’t care.
The sheep don’t mind.
In three months the wind

will blow these trees bare
but for tall pines
littering the forest floor
with browning needles

gone soft in the slow trample
of small creatures and long rain.
A park’s a way to keep
what’s gone enclosed forever.



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