little boy shopping
Cowboy hatted Japanese carefully herd
into subway trains, temporarily blinded
by a million kiloton department
store. One flash and all
our civilizations are made powder.
Here in another new America,
I must bend my vowels
with weightier US gravity. All
geiger countered, cleared and multinationald,
were growing tall and Texan.
Ninjas stalk living rooms though.
After dark people suit up
and hidden kimonos come out.
Picking hopefully through broken furniture
and sweeping out grey debris.
riding the carbon cycle
Ashes to ashes, grey feathers
falling in zigzags quietly down.
Fire, an answer for everyone
on circled days like this,
gives back orange sunset warmth.
Dust to dust, our khaki
grains reassembling for different uses.
Earth, the final receiver,waiting
to hold us all again
olive arms so carefully embracing.
To the grave, another journey
we unpack for so carefully.
Destinations unadvertised and blackly ignored,
waiting eternally. Fellow travellers recognised
at last fiery golden second.
