Too many prophets but the future didn’t go
anywhere, which is why all the rest became secret. If
you were wondering where all the other agonies went
(the question arising very slowly) why had there been
no search for a solution, no matter how apocalyptic?
Assuming you are quiet enough all noises become
conspiratorial – but how would you know, all numbers
and teeth grinding together dry & broken, a long-run
approach to speculation, heads bowed and plural.
This was the route towards what they’d call
“broad covert action,” lined with caution. Have intentions
made, too. All occasions come to loom. When it’s this hot
out, you just try to find a shadow and hope for the best.
Before prayer. The air ripples above and ahead.
—By Rina Nkulu