Sun Bear. Matthew Zapruder

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СКАЧАТЬ it is night and the zoo is closed

      some animals are sleeping

      the nocturnals moving in their cages

      getting ready to hunt nothing

      I don’t know why but I feel sure

      something has woken the sun bear

      it is awake in the dark

      maybe it is my spirit animal

      I am reading about the early snow

      that has fallen on the Northeast

      all the power shutting down

      the weather going insane

      the animals cannot help us

      they go on moving without love

      though we look into their eyes and feel

      sure we see it there and maybe

      we are right nothing

      can replace animal love

      not even complicated human love

      we sometimes choose to allow

      ourselves to be chosen by

      despite what everyone knows

      the problem is

      in order to love anything

      but an animal you cannot allow

      yourself to believe in those things

      that are if we don’t stop them

      going to destroy us

Aubergine

      I lie in bed

      staring at the ceiling

      last night before

      I fell asleep

      I put the book

      on the floor

      looking down

      I see its spine

      with the golden

      simple name

      of the old

      poet who might

      already be dead

      somehow he used

      ancient magic

      everyone says

      we don’t need anymore

      to place inside

      me that perfect

      sadness

      at last

      after all the formal

      words of love

      I could really imagine

      how terrible

      some day

      not for fifty

      years or so

      but still

      for one of us

      to say goodbye

      it will be

      again fear

      that is almost

      seasickness and also

      surely irrational

      hope by that time

      I will in some

      way feel “ready”

      through me

      moves and then

      asleep again

      I am wearing

      a dead rich

      man’s black

      luxurious overcoat

      gold buttons

      it is snowing

      in a vast

      wooden hallway

      I am not cold

      someone laughing

      says just watch

      them learn the same

      lessons he means

      my children I don’t

      have yet

      I touch the head

      of a very important

      black goat

      and wake up again

      the clock radio

      says a small

      tremor shook

      some part

      of the desert

      no one lives in

      tiny drones

      we are flown

      by what we do

      not know into

      blue election

      season

      inevitable spells

      are cast

      by warlocks

      they move

      their hands

      and factories

      rise or stadiums

      into dust

      collapse

      8:10 a.m. December

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