A Great Swamp of Snow

Wake up: It's time for us to go to sleep.
You cannot budge the great taste of potato chip soup
and, yes, there is no passion left to you,
only bloodlines and connections,
calcite and too much water,
valves and bits and pieces of copper
We can always destroy what we do understand.


Michael H. Brownstein
Michael H. Brownstein is a Chicago poet.