Low Heat

men can survive without the slightest evidence
we live table     talk lazy     feeling new
constant temperature ambitious specks
of light we would have fulfilled

we down trenches     and in professional hope
by getting a little wounded
i could not picture shooting another drink at my expense
and rage when it stands trickier afterwards

	the insignificant angels
	the slightest change of plague-bound disgust
	the cauldrons of the stars unknown prospect of adventure
	a silly of all tears
	a tone of cold and perish
        you know it heats something     it cheated my fate

from Yew Nork (2014)