No One’s Independent of the Beasts

Sitting in one night’s rented bed,
Listening to Bach, a brand new
Digital recording of real

Musicians playing early Bach
Resuscitated from black notes
Printed and printed and printed,

The battered moon setting outside
In the black desert’s battered rocks,
The battered world no doubt waiting

To inform itself with morning
News of the latest disasters
To have occurred since long-lost Bach.