DEATH'S BLACK HOLE
-for Mr. & Mrs. Five Grain & the Robert Report
some just keep on keeping on
plow through snowpiles of pain
secure between cañon walls
others get knocked down
& the walls come tumbling in
on the hardwood floors of before
the other night we watched
a sunset anvil cloud of orange
over the San Juan’s Wilson Range
just a brief moon look & then the sky
went black with stars like spores like
holes sucking us into the mystery
