American Golem

 
 
 
 
 
 
Passive dirt in mindless motion,  
numb of speech for careful meetings
 
covered stars
over-stares of lap
with dullard ties
 
nod or quake
to desk in stone
solidified-
 
ingested parchments
awaiting script,
monotone scraping
stalks & perks
 
sorcerer's code
through shortened miles
 
skyscrapers shake...
 
 
empty earth in shameless pattern,
toiling tongue with office jargon
 
smothered stars
on a spit of wind
with cyborg eyes
 
dead at wage
or mud if time
personifies-
 
digested numbers
crunching words,
a tightness ticking
work & cries
 
a magic phrase
to form the smile
 
the silent miles  
all shunting wide-
 
skyscrapers sigh
 
(this high-rise view of shattered stars)