for John
and heaven is imagined as whole and unceasing
-- Christina Murphy
Dawn enlightens a Puter jungle
a classic world
ends
in different time zones
God grins
yesterday
my Mayan calendar broke —
guess it’s no use
claiming on the warranty.
The moon, the earth
the stars dance a wild galaxy
a small eternity
this earth
this planet
a last cigarette
suffocates a man’s son
Gerald Benedict broods in
silence
tomorrow has come.