“Bombed-Out”
first appeared as a word in Merriam Webster’s in 1972
Cratered, yes. A hollow worth a dozen
swallows. Or a halo, even. O that’s not
echo or even known. Having smoked
it to the filter. Having no filter and no
corner to disappear to. Pulse in the vein
that shuts the alarm. Glaze in the eyes
having stayed awake. Flick of the tongue
with the breath on the run. On the blink
and abandoned to field gray snows.
Bow to the wrecked trawlers along the bay,
home to crabs and limpets. Idle — idle
in this last life. This last beloved
and indifferent pore. Core hewn deep
into liminal history. Into a kind of sleep.
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