Poem-A-Day #185 : The Smallest Black Hole

The Smallest Black Hole

Behind the old barn
with the peeling boards
and the holes in the roof
there is a black hole
it's small and doesn't eat much
couldn't even
in the mornings it spins itself up
and begins the slow pull
of the land
the fallow fields like a sheet over a body
pulled towards the end of the table
the old car that stopped working
the tools and the cattle that don't milk
it eats these things slowly
so that they feel their end
they know it
and it is watched
as if it were happening elsewhere
the blood not boiling
as if the sky weren't about to crack

Poem-A-Day #46 : The 46th Day

The 46th Day

A meteor explodes over Russia
& the USS Maine explodes
                                             sinking to the bottom of Havana Harbour
                                   & the United States goes to war with Spain

                         & it is
                               the largest object to invade the planet
                    since the last meteor that exploded over Russia

In Milwaukee
Jeffery Dahmer goes to prison for life
                              & he does die there his body pulped by a 20 inch pipe

& somewhere Galileo & Chris Farley are born & Owen Willans Richardson dies
                    his theory transmits the heat from static shock
                              to meteor
                                   to the Maine's decks

To the center of your eye
umbilical

to this small dark room in Santa Fe

          where you tell me you are leaving us

                    where there is stop in the spin of the earth

                              where the coyotes wait outside the gates to scrap