In a moment the world will release
the wreckage of one rose, one dish,
one dobsonfly onto the kitchen floor.
One bolt of lightening will hit
the Pacific and startle a reef
into extinction, while the coffee pot
will rest in yesterday’s soot and scruff.
In a moment the world will break
one window of a coal miner’s house,
bordered by navy blue cape cod trim,
while bituminous coal washes the face
of a filthy rich fascist around noon.
when the baby is asleep and it’s time
to think of everything that goes on