Close the cabinets, slide a chair under the door handle,
take the art down. There was death in Egypt, the same you keep reading about
its heat begs the window open.
Wilder than grief
there are people, churches, nations
taking cover, praying
My house and my neighbor’s house
is all holed up in the company of women. The second nature
They will come for the ones you love first
I hope you notice
The things I would do to keep you polite—
Salt the base of the doorway in miniature pyramids,
Erect an altar
miles away from your lit church of a browbone.
Adoration must be an agreement one makes with God
Or maybe it’s the first time you found yourself,
reciting the Pledge of Allegiance by heart.