dismantling the sunrise
they'll move through
no one knows
who they're reporting to
but jobs are plenteous now.
unhooking the stars
while you were out
in the afternoon without a shout,
tonight there's gloom
but little news
oh, all right.
tall was the grass an age before
now there isn't anymore.
be still.
we're moving soon.
anytime before noon.
at noon they'll all come back for the sun.
it has, they'll say, been such a nice run.
live like a mole.
soon they'll delete your soul
anyway, that's the plan;
how funny they think they can!
mary angela douglas 11 may 2023
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