Untold

Untold

“How are you? “ they ask cheerfully.
“Fine.”
…“Oh, gettin’ along.”
…“Won’t complain.”
…“Perfect.”
All true.
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
   radiating, ricocheting
     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.”

 

 

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