the persistent question of what
to worship as more trees are downed
and we turn a corner search for
some snack catch a whiff of ourselves
though the tired stomachs of our
age could not completely digest
the story we’d been saving for
the kids when they ask which won’t happen
as they were only ever conceived
on hotel stationery now lost
to a dwindling apartment where
no matter how we tried to live
the light in the entrance slowly
filled with the bodies of small flies
other animals 