THE SECRESY OF ANIMALS
1.
When I opened the door to the world
I could see lights. I could hear trains and
Men shouting over loudspeakers.
I could smell the sulfur of an inch of
Rain. Gasoline. Down the street
From where I live, police cars
Drop the heroin addicts at the abandoned bus station
While a thousand miles away
My mother watches morphine drip
Into the metronome of the cancer machines.
How long will it feel like burning,
Asked the angels as they broke
Through the paper skins of the atmosphere.
2.
In the second biggest city in America
A hurricane of electrons
Bounces off the disinterested Pacific.
I imagine nervous waiting armies
and violent cells amassing behind interior bone walls.
Rain again on the copper roof like war.
The addicts are stringing wires
Between the Doric columns for clotheslines.
The dead are rising up in layers of difficult weather.
3.
Fishing, God lowers monofilaments
Down through the outer banks of light.
They are cheaper and stronger than line
And no one, not even the astronauts, can see them.
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My uncle took this picture from his very, very small boat out in the middle of the Atlantic whilst sailing–alone–from Maryland to Cape Verde.