Big Bang

the tree
shapes
the cow path
around it
for generations

the axe
dismays the sap
destroys the path
and is forgotten
as cows graze

— Lucius Alnimander ED 235

None of this
from cow path
to the last tick
of the last clock
will be remembered
after
the asteroid strike
the earthquake
the radiation war
the sucking of the galaxy into the black hole
the death

and that is
the cause of
the locking
of the last
post-instant
because it is also
the first
pre-instant

eat on
— whatever that means

the picture is almost sepia
team colours neutered
by dressingroom lights

his face grizzled
sagging like old skin
weary beyond years

sweat reeks sepia
like rusted fenders
in a wet junk yard

bandage pride
under the inevitability
of a Lamborghini

the gods decree
one team wins
all others lose

little kids swarmed the car
a stubble of hands beseeching
reaching up begging for
any tourista crumb

Don’t give them anything:
you’ll be swarmed if you do.

little lives as performance art
throw coins
down
the street
away! away!

Mayan ruins now:
there’s something
hewn wooden lintels
over tiny doorways
a thousand years old

throw gold
down
the street
away! away!