instruments we have lost sleep in

in the thrumming tick in the yolk snug in
the fecund marrow beds some cannot
say it but claim civilization scores folks so
they peep in at the fissures and report
in numbers some truth can be
found in murderers and molesters and held
to some measure but it cannot stay
as we cannot be distinguished by these
instruments we have lost sleep in
gathering the eggs and in the bravery
of eating them some cannot discern
this very act is an accomplishment
and they rage against our dear scale
from the pools and our common
moment of first ether taste
and first lung breath and that we come
from these things in the water and it is a mess
us being so minded and all that is

copyright 2003 Michael Krebs