Then tell us

what you want, what you will, where the envelope was sealed and how many slips of silver are within, files, delicate interrogations in laundry-room widow-seats, the gap between two stars, commercial interruption vanishing into combine wheat and chaff, the sand in the soda, transformers blowing out when the surge hires on too many cattle for dead breeders to stomach at the centurions ball, veil lichen growing in granite recognition, how many colors do you need and in which fabrics, down which hatches, by whose estimation, under which circumstances. i knew you when and you never told us, never made that connection so simple and worthy of honor, did not deputize thin salad-bowl ranger hair cut boys to buck the trends, it was drip marketing, the campaign to end all campaigns, who were your warriors then and who will they be tomorrow, i tremble at the gate with bare legs.