Countdown
We cakewalk clockwise like nomads
and talk in tongues until the time runs out.
So, this is how it is?
mannequins and missionaries
doing it doggy-style
small-talk tag games
hide-and-go-die.
I have found no truth in dreams
or department stores
no answers in the acute awareness
and sobriety of Sunday’s psalms.
Like bombs beneath cars
we ride and count down.
Are we there yet?
