Have you forgotten the reason you came?
Are you lost like the prodigal son?
Do you tell fortunes there
Above the sad automobiles
& the single mothers
who are walking in a loneliness
Too steep for bare nature?
How I wish I could be like you:
Imperial, slow, half alive
Like the priests of empire,
Talking to yourselves only
In the language
Of minerals
& the unborn.
Let commerce
Appeal to the poor!
Let them
With their broken carts
Believe in magic!
Yes! You! Bombard!
I’m talking to you!
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 