2009
Today 21 Feb. Fahrenheit
And the enormous cement houses
Are empty
John Clare eats grass and knows he is Childe Harold
Jane Bowles’ small hand reaches across time and whole worlds to hold mine
I feel the desperate dead
Restlessly looking for lost worlds
Only 97 years ago Las Vegas was wetland
A vast grazing plain for cattle and wild animals
Our migration will look different
Abandoning our feeding grounds in our Taco Bell uniforms
Scavenging the desolate Cracker Barrels for food
Along the interstates