a flat earth theory

a flat earth theory

 
It gets dim only when the tool
you've been using to illuminate
the road you're going down
is dimming its view.  Do you
have shoes?  Good shoes?  Choose

function over fashion darling
because where you're going
when the dark is vetted like vatted
molasses and your last crumb
is thumb-brushed from the under

-neath of your eye-lid (how
exactly it got there and didn't
cause some sty?) Listen, this
isn't to do with you or maybe
it is, but back home a mother

and father are going through
the motions of carrying on
and hungering some for the last
of what it was their son, run off
or slipped up or was he pushed 

over or all of it and he didn't

give a rat's ass what-all
he was letting come from
firm to limp in his mouth
and it finally did him

in.  I'm thinking maybe the rim
of their world is flat now,
and it could be how we've all
been struck to trust something 

linear over something elliptical 

because seeing people walk out
of sight and never back in
sight again makes for those edges
and falling clean 
off them and into a new

suit such as the tailors of death alone
know the exact measurements of,
laying their tape prostrate,
face to foot, and we only see,

and then only maybe,

that when he comes to

and sees up, which is to say
through, it's if it's a thickening
winter-deep sea-fed river bed

whose water, coupled with

the augur, has been stropped,
because such a meeting the clean

air breeze is shush, shush, 

slush, each blade thick

with it and overflowing.