(Swell)

Why must we endure it take the high road.
Slick sweat to where they
buried your dad.

Why not endure another day?
Under the milk
of a street lamp
the homeless swell
shifts.

Weight is weight is on the wet.
Take your life
back to when you
enjoyed your atoms.

Where scant behind a hedge hide.
Working those cataracts
into your eyes let him live.

Will you cross it out won’t you?

--the homeless (swell) shifts

under the rag mourners
the boots and breaths beat
subterraneously

Why not endure another…