It passed through the room without a rattle, but I felt it.
Is that the definition of supernatural?
Beneath my skin slide muscle sheaths like tectonic plates.
The tops of mountains look the same from near and far.
They discovered a new fault yesterday. I had no idea there were
so many, but I should have expected it. You've got to blame someone.
Why don't the religious see what they've got? A new scapegoat,
thrown to the wolves hungry for answers.
The angel pushes through Times Square. It moves too slowly
to be caught on film, they say.
A steady torrent of tongues rises around the city
and I cannot help but think of Babylon.
The dew rolls down skyscrapers. I cup my hands and drink
but it is too acrid. I would kill for some manna.
They drive it wiry into the desert. They drive it for unclean water
for relativity, for earthquakes. They drive it for tectonic plates
and for the endless spinning of the earth.