Stale bondage: history’s messed up parade
of the undone. Nor dare
locute after the fact’s act, nor say, having told. Old
unmerciful conditions speeding inkjet
gloss rammed down the starving throats of
children. Children: a sign, not pointing, children.
Blast of bright color from nature’s pile.
As if evidence could return to be newly
considered, appraisals gathered for a final auction
under the golden tent. Stale bondage. Mistrial.