THOMAS EDISON IS DEAD
IN HIS YARD
(west orange, nj)
You can make mystery if you like; everything is,
after all, no more than a question. How was it
early man did bridge that fjord? How was it
they learned to cook and horde? Now, eons
later, we've practiced and perfected so much
of this human craft that it seems to go for nothing
at all. Old men tire and die. The young girls,
birthed and battered, rotate and grow old. Even
the rattly stories of tires and cars, battles and
wars, are worn from the telling, and (yes) Thomas
Edison is dead in his yard; a burial plot, right
there, with his wife. For them it's all over, this
living and strife, this porridge and rice. And
it little matters either way any elephants
they may have killed, electrocuted, or burned.
IN HIS YARD
(west orange, nj)
You can make mystery if you like; everything is,
after all, no more than a question. How was it
early man did bridge that fjord? How was it
they learned to cook and horde? Now, eons
later, we've practiced and perfected so much
of this human craft that it seems to go for nothing
at all. Old men tire and die. The young girls,
birthed and battered, rotate and grow old. Even
the rattly stories of tires and cars, battles and
wars, are worn from the telling, and (yes) Thomas
Edison is dead in his yard; a burial plot, right
there, with his wife. For them it's all over, this
living and strife, this porridge and rice. And
it little matters either way any elephants
they may have killed, electrocuted, or burned.
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