exhibition

bird bitter rain beats seemed to see, but weren’t sure -
the distance curving at our shoulders, believers bringing us
what we remembered.

 muzzled poems brandished,
 barking dogs furnaced and cooled
 without light.

wasps come to their own conclusions,
the last shape taking one day we forget,
and again, and another - we were, too.

 cripples transformed, gums shining,
 no longer submit. see how cruel
 and tender cancel.

anything never came.