“How are you? “ they ask cheerfully.
…“Oh, gettin’ along.”
Yet below there is a banshee’s jagged wail;
The convulsive kicking of hind legs
as raccoon tumbles from under a car’s wheels;
The cracking, arcing of exposed power-wire
shorting somewhere in Sushumna, and
through solid bones and plasmic organs,
through heart, brain, mind, vision;
Light devouring shadow,
which howls indignation
through all time and space within this skin;
Gelatinous being twitching in the hot wind.
This is how I feel today.
But it will pass;
why frighten the children?
“Thanks for asking.”