22 of 30, 2015

Polpette di Lupo

If we cheer the survivors
for living, the dead will write
letters to their Congressmen
demanding more trumpets
for their parade and yearly pruning
of the forests they haunt.

Better to praise the tiny fictions,
waltzes on the radio and the globe
repurposed for a pickup game
in the street. The meatless meat,
enough bread and science to ignore
the present insult, the way astronauts
invent other ways to fall.