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When they departed the wide field
grass was singed by other visitors
A football flying through the air
brought raving lights,
and they filed, like more than two people,
into the strongest section of the old forest,
what time casts off like leaking fuel
followed them in, along with the brownbunnies
and foxes, all arrayed
in a terrible alertness.

When they left the car lot flashing
and aching with money,
or turned off the storm
in a backroad wedding,
they carried bands of liquid metal
around each finger, what they call the spirit
arrested, strumming an auto harp
in a prison cell.  They dwelled in it
until the plazas broke into the frontyard
scraps of eternal receipt
stained with wrathfulness and computers,
the city hall of embraced madness.


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