First Day from homebodies by Construction & Destruction

I drove to you with materials
gathering at my feet.
We’d been excavating, landscaping,
pushin’ it all around;
shaking barely detectable remnants
from our pant legs to the ground.
Leaving mounds;
leaving tumuli.

Now on my hands the carboniferous
moves across the wheel
and fills the foot-well with its sediment,
settling under my heels.
We are vertebrates and
it is a costly error to get buried;
to inter.

My sight is compromised,
though you’ve made clear
the detriment of a crack;
the consequence of unsecured glass
(like underground water, untapped).
So much matter, undetected metals,
still cannot be mapped.
Though I try.
Though we try.

(You know they will, you know they will,
you know they will, you know they…
You know they will, you know they will,
you know they will, you know they…)

We will stiffen to fossils at re-acquaintance,
governed as artifacts are.
If I brake I’ll emerge without torque,
un-locating a mark.
So I fall on the horn,
intending the decibel of the heart.
But it won’t sound.
And you can’t be found.

This is the first day that it won’t happen again…
(--You know it will, you know it will,
you know it will, you know it…)
…

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