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Poem After May Day

Updated: May 6

I would prefer

America not be

my name but it is


my name & they


say it in the poem’s


marketplace naming


its stakeholders &


executives even its

eventual dead it is


our name for this


lithium ion battery


this software &


pharmaceutical logo


it is the name of


this lab & classroom


this tower where

I make my cameos

as a face discovered

in a poem’s country

& this afternoon I

walked in the poem

across the pavement

to the dumpster (tiny

cameras all around

me) with black bag

of trash I stared down

into the bin's cosmos

of accidents like a lan

guage tearing thru

with new syntax for


the boxes & other bags

a ruined chair old


Nikes etc. & no


one was out all cars

parked doors shut

the air smelling like

dogwood whatever

this flowering is

the cedar chips

the traces of masked


mail carriers on steps

& I thought I saw

Mercury or Venus

glowing with delay

& I was afraid

all this was paid


for & soon to be

nothing more than


another poem’s

currency a scattered


coin lost inside America

where the names are not


the names the images


are trapped & nothing

not even the poem

lets you go

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