The Crawl

The power lines sag between the houses with
stale electricity
delivering light and the
blur of television.
Onion cooks in the kitchen.
The neighbors meet at
the front steps with
cigarettes. Kids
hide
from each other behind
water heaters.

The whole place runs on
its method. Continues
from the beginning.
Lightning.

Just as we sit to eat and
draw our fork - think.
There is something we
were before this.
We were a promise to our prior.
Our name was struck
in another place by the
nature of fate.
By our nature we have eluded,
fooled, and misplaced it.

Pass the dinner around the table.
Pass the dinner around.