Ostrich Plumb Line

Here we embark on the morning of paltry straining added affairs
like white heat under the stone money for stolen moons, likely uncovered
like a pedestrian trained in the arts of defense and weighted hotel rooms
now to the magic highs of the lowest intent never running or hatching
the plumb line running for oxygen and hotel rumors all fun and obsolescent
God has not spoken for days and the Earth is a model of behavior
if that behavior is meant to entreat the devotion of suffering, beached refusal,
and intra-mutual conquest like a feathered dinosaur in a plastic box
no longer listening, just memorizing the sullen rhythm of defeated souls