The week bucked,flicking the rotoscopefrom white cliffsto ranked crosses. Replacing the elephantwith a bleachedcolumn of fossil,churning silt. A twisted shoepreserved beneath glassstamps the mind. How to slipthis sorry pieceinto the shiningmosaic of victory?
You declared day, naming sunrisewith strong singsong voice offering the worldthe whole waking world and the prospect ofearning a dollar.
I roll the zoetrope back, gauging itSo cliffside cities sputter into acid sprays. Crests of roadside poppies and oilseed rapeRun to the Rhodopes, gilding wide plains.
