Everyone is a prophet these days
betting on the end of days--
will it be today, or tomorrow
can you make the wedding
and how many low-flying
wings make a divination?
I lower the shutters.
Burrow deep in bed. Know
that always there is more
to lose. Every call a beginning
of a new loss. Better
to crouch between the bags
that you pack--or don't pack--
for the shelter. Think of what to take
or not take. Bite your tongue.
Don't answer. Silence is always
the best measure.
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