The appropriate model
Is not a Nostradamus,
But Holmes. No one, actually,
Prophesies a real future.
At best you predict some facts
You’ll find out about the past.
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
The Black Hound Never Barks
Not Here You Don’t
Audible, invisible,
The elk with their bird-like calls
Are out there, beyond the oaks.
You want to see them, don’t you?
Maybe you’d like to shoot one?
Fond of a handsome trophy?
Tired of eating free-range beef
From the mesas down below?
Well, nope. Elk birds here are words.
Corpsing
The Continuous Blues
What if the apocalypse
Proved just another new world
And not even all that new,
Another variation
On humans being human,
More mind blooming from more skulls
And assorted cognitive
Prosthetic accoutrements
Burning up fresh fuel sources?
How dull not to end at all.
Specific Densities
Lemurs sing rhythmically,
With beats, as humans do,
And the distance between
These species, filled with songs
And vocalizations
Lacking regular beats
Among intervening
Species, convinces those
Who collect the data,
Rhythmic singing evolved
Independently. Now,
If only one could ask
The lemurs how they feel
About moons and seasons,
Dawns and dusk, then compare
To how, perhaps, gibbons
Or mountain gorillas
Think about those same things,
Maybe they’d grant a sense
Of what rhythmic singing
Does to a body’s mind.
But really, it wouldn’t
Help much. Singing humans
All answer differently,
And every answer comes
Coded in shifting and
Specific densities.