What happened yesterday
Con/Jur/d, 8/15/2023
R will be aggrieved
when we inevitably say
we forgot
To hide our shortcomings
we will discuss the reassignment
of Memorial Masons, situated at
the corner of cemeteries with no room
left for the dead, or the crowds of living
mourners, who flock in their wake, like
locusts or cicadas, reminding the dogwalkers
the book readers, the history fetishists,
the grim and gloomy, and the happy
it’s-not-me-ists, this isn’t that kind of park
and the need for industrial petrochemical
fertilizers, to keep the grass, green
and lush
is not really an issue when you have such rich
sources of compost and ash
To the far more lucrative memorial market
of lawn statue makers, and the newly
fabulated war between
Gnomes and Angels
O, what a lark!
Heaven with its walled gardens, dissatisfied
managerial class and Heathen, with their
unwalled, unclassed, and unmanageable
fecundity, drawing battle lines in suburban
and urban corners, gardens, walks, (side,
stone, and winding) bushes, hedgerows
an explosion of multicolored petals,
substituting for shrapnel, war crimes
reduced to unraked red/gold/brown
leaves, the chants for more death
the screeching machinations
of money, would always
be met with
A COLD MARBLE SILENCE
Finally, we could rest
As to what happened yesterday
we forget.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 8/15/2023