There once lived a Brave Being, fortified in a dome
I am invincible, it said
Here, in my armor, my home
Once or twice its world shifted and rustled
Nothing can do me harm, it said
Here, in my armor, my castle
Beyond the whiteness of its impeccable walls
Were valleys of cardboard nests
Where the unfertilized sat still-born.
Beyond the dormant valleys of cardboard
Was a crumpled sky, brown, as a paper bag.
Beyond the crumpled paper-brown sky
Were two long arms, wrapped around like pythons
Thinking about dinner,
Carrying a whole universe of groceries.
The smallest things,
like a shard of misplaced pavement
And a sudden loss of balance
Is enough to send a whole universe plummeting into chaos
The crumpled paper sky,
The valleys of living-death
The fragile white cradles of Life never to live.
The brown paper grocery bag exploded on to the street
The python-arms despaired,
And the Brave Being, a Life never to have lived,
lay dead in a sprawl of yellow yoke.