The House Sparrow–Old World import, the first Brooklyn birds captured, purchased, transported in cages–we ignored till they overran natives, ravaged crops, windowsills, and eventually, hockey arenas.
This god particle, if found, might provide light
and warmth, or another weapon capable
of ending time as we know it and sending us
into the dark where even a God can’t save us.
In a Laramie bar
by the railroad tracks
our band played nights
under a sky wide and high,
stars shining like a score
The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…
She’s rolled into surgery
and as the drugs wash over her
she tries to remember her
Medicine Buddha meditation.