sometimes there’s nothing human you can do

the white sky mo(u)rning a single bird across
the courtyard bricks for a new pyramid

so where can you go how can you

think after they refuse to be
born it

won’t help
steer this weary ox from

the prized flowers won’t re
construct the squirrel’s bones

Fruitless Investigation

With the light fading, you need to know how shallow it is.

Some limbs grow back if cut and stars paint the black with exuberant death but here it’s squirrels eating pizza.

The wet grass between your toes may produce a giggle, but water up to your knees?

The trick is to keep biting the rope as they pull you from the volcano, rather than laugh, which will be your first impulse.