[Settlers]

[Settlers / February 2011]


I have practiced
pefected
my stride my walk my talk
rainy streets strolled
windy mountains mastered
sunny forests foraged
digested
by animal teeth animal guts
claws and paws and jaws
raw red meat right off the bone
a good day a good way to die
until late night lights go out
reflected
from a sky too bright to hunt by
while the telephone curls up mute
like the city's lips, just like your lips
your hands your eyes
not defiant not antagonist
but gracefully blank
as if nothing in this world
ever had anything to do
with me.