for Tomaž Šalamun
The one true way to occur forever—
Be so boring life forgets
To end you. You mustn’t tell
The difference between the candle and
A window, the fresh pie or the string
Of bullets wrapped sideways
Around the officer’s massive torso.
Even if they ask. It is history
That tells us many inventions
Ultimately extinguish their inventors.
Francis Edgar Stanley and his automobile
Met their end against a woodpile.
Perillos of Athens in his brazen bull
Burnt to a crisp the way he always imagined.
For others. In this state, babies can be
Handed over within thirty days, no questions.
You mustn’t wear slacks to your own
Apocalypse. You mustn’t talk
A big snow among a dry desert.
Often times, you will read
Where a certain person died of exposure.
You will ask, Exposure to what?
The answer is life, you answer.