If you are not who you say you are
in Sierra Leone, who are you in Brussels?
If the first part of a prompt keeps giving you
the number of the beast, what should you offer
or trade? Every word-number problem begins
with the hypothesis that facts can exist in a dream
universe. But if the facts are not acceptable
to the health of the general public by which
I mean the people who keep working in the fields
to gather your lettuce and garlic and chard,
your turnips and radishes and kale under
a sky of billowing smoke and flame, what sound
should you plant to seal the cracks in the earth’s
core? How likely is it that I have the solution
to the problem if I’m seen as the problem?
On the Nth try, I/you/we will be revoked.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.