SUPERSYMMETRY

Even now the waves’ gallant receding

as still some whales go unharvested,

even now the restless continents

and the clamorous pingings in between,

just another amphibious planet crosshatched

with its giant, tsunamic reckonings

between the moon’s silvery clavicle and the clouds,

feathered and whorled. So first it’s the body’s

clamorous hatchings and another

potentially-bicuspid zygote, the egg

shakes loose from its filament into a motorcade

of sperm and Voila, another clueless hominid

kicking the Coke machine in the hall.

Someday we will all be so many

vestigial organs under glass,

decomposing glial cells of our flogged

and sanctimonious forbears as the earth

carries on with its apoplectic music,

half Hallelujah chorus,

half Flight of the Bumblebee on kazoo.

Somewhere it is autumn,

the woods tossed and heady with pitch;

it is May, the sexy Black-Eyed Susans

knock-kneed in the wind.

Already somewhere it is too late, but wouldn’t

you do it once all over,

wouldn’t you spring the beast from its muzzle

just to see if it could sing?

EARLY INDICATIONS OF THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING

Already the quorum of stars and their distant,

Apocryphal hum, already the field

Lashed with frost, the lightning’s frenzied

Pyrotechnics, already the sound of water

And sea’s voluminous displays, orbit

Of spinning and hurtling through the body’s

Multitude failings. Soon organelle, soon ribosome,

Soon Golgi apparatus, soon body’s rap sheet

Of forgeries and the vials on clinic shelves,

Soon eruption of fire ants like pus

From a ruptured boil, mosquito’s suicidal

Forays, the zapper’s sharp, unequivocal

Crack. Not the dream of lilies,

But of root-bulbs buried in snow.

Soon the faces of loved ones from where

Already the train has appeared.