White Lightning (& cranes) Pt. I.

EVERY body, like white lightning illuminates a snake:
here, there, where, everywhere?
The next part, the next centimeter,
the next (alright, ...) moment
(where time becomes space)
& (of course) something changes.

It is not without fanfare. But the challenge is
acceptance.

Sure, there's James, immaculate.

You know he's read the gospels.

Believes -- God Bless Him -- In everything
ABOUT WHICH HE
was told.

And these prepositions
keep sidestepping the terminal
unknowing that
one is a fine thing
to end a sentence with.

So many fucking trials.
So many destitute
pathetic outlets.

If you were a river, you would
flow, like so, like so,
pollution, like so. The delta. Minnesota
to Iowa. To Illinois/Missouri. (Not one.)
Kentucky.
Tennessee.
Mississippi.

THE GULF!
Poor Black people would watch you
without your knowing --
you are water.