Parading

Every night I pray for hard work.

The Chief Risk Cherubim say unlearn the love of gravity

Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same,

Think in ways you’ve never thought before.

Speak of the world’s own change. Though we cannot conceive

Slogging, wobbling,

though the watchfires have been doused

On the news every day people are standing up screaming

That’s why Monday, when it sees me coming

Reduce yourself to a moving mouth, a solemn happiness