TNT (for Sam)

the ducks are in order

natural distractions

provide the narrative

& apostles need a narrative

this bridge

is going to blow

volatile charges

of the pen

with the blast power

of a truck

of TNT

i was in a state of grace

passing a census taker

interviewing empty bottles

a woman asked me

if my garden went untended

while i composted

pitiful scrapings

i threw up on her shoes

& stared at the bottles

their utility ignored

only numbers mattered

dead soldiers

intoxicating guests

to be bagged

& redeemed