The Size of Orbits and Faith
When the weathermen stand like the future,
holding up the melting world,
none of them can see a beautiful thing, can describe it
without cue cards. On the screen it is so small,
the tectonic collisions, the signs
that lead you across a desert
but don’t dispense water,
that don’t say when enough is enough.
I dislike the thought of walking alone for so long.
I will preach to a different choir,
open with Halleluiah and a go fuck yourself. Hold a rifle
and a bible, resurrect wrath. I want that animal
that does not stray,
that will lie with me when I’m starving
because I would not eat him.
