a cemetery assortment 

a wedding for a cemetery assortment
of chests hired to capture crab apples worldwide
apples with no stunt-phrase or apple handlers
the cast—including a fifty-five-year-old forest of dreck during the eight sublime shares spliced by ages with runways in jumbles across the vast velocity veldt, villages suicide to keep up

a noose is flung around nature
for the ring of her cries

surely, if you weren’t impotent
you would be shouting
but there ain’t a thing you could do but take it
take it like those who didn’t bother to leave
the house to vote
let that bite you in places

set a ring around this circus

What I’m Reading:

Then we’ve got to take to the streets in a different way. We’ve got to shut down this country. . . We’re just beginning to think it through. We’re talking with colleagues and other organizations. There’s got to be a moment when people of good will will just say, This is way too far.

— Anthony Romero, to David Remnick / “We Might Have to “Shut Down the Country” / The New Yorker