28.2.08

The Wondrous Magico

Most things never really happen
to us and those that do
are truly nostalgic.
The tired old promise evaporates
once the war is fought
and supposedly won, as planned.
The corpse wrecks the best-laid plans:

like clockwork and clairvoyance.

The dreadful poses staged
on the triage of life
and death innuendo
are a pleasant compromise
for the real thing
as it fiddles and burns,
cuts everything in half
and disappears the rabbit
from the land of the living.
Those that shake the snakes
from bags and wave their
crooked old sticks
past all our pleased
and dumbstruck faces
say like this:

and and and and and
Voila! Lo! Behold!


...on the occasion of preparedness training for FEMA. Man, what a weird world it has become.

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