Gold Fall in Mud Ghetto

Dense yellow and green
Cottonwoods, the tents
And vans like white lice
In the foliage—
How many lives? Life

Is more important,
More forceful than
Descriptions of it,
Prescriptions for it.
Some trees are dying

But most are thriving.
People are dying
Like flies, only since
People outnumber
Flies now, by a lot.

There’ll be more people
Soon. There will be more
Before there are less.
It’s not ending. It’s
Not ending. It’s not

Hardly been started.
It’s not ending. It’s
Not ending. It’s not
Ending at all. It’s
Just getting started.