Priorities of Pork Chops and Mirrors (a poem)

 

Slim brackets and parenthetical recalcitrance
set in tall, dark forests where shadows roam with wolves
wild skyhooks to other worlds and futures
bear stripping the skin of salmon
peacefully
crunching down time
oysters plated
mushrooms sliced expertly
to adorn coldly created
pork chops of privilege

  Electro-magnetic stairways to heaven
sold by the pound with orbital threshold cannon shots
a thundering steed loses the doctor to a low branch overhead
that scythe awaited  fate
girders erected to be demolished
beryllium dampeners absorbing the neutrons of them all

  Life of a zillion zebra striped insects landing on a sailboat
driven offshore to rest a moment
zebranomics kicking at the goads
inventions budding with springy steps
giant leaps across a moon of reflective thought
pockmarked landscape of pogo sticks
past tense littering the silliness of war
where no-reason is the entry to death-of-others
bullets shot through gelatinous bags
to accurately measure the meter crossed
in time to stop

  Each point of a wave
-in fact an infinite number of points
was confined to one dimension of a line
slithering sinusoidal dancers
collapsed for the wave function 
whereof one cannot speak
thereof one must be silent
like the night before photons
before the Word spoke into darkness
that comprehended it not.