The Strangest Creature by Mike Lee

as I
lie on my back
and
life continues
I stare at the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel
while
in the dark holes between the stars
silence sleeps like a coiled snake
fingers of air curl around
the throat of the earth
Einstein’s
thought poems
and the wind whirls
around the infinite

meanwhile
a man
in
Dallas
sleeps in a park
a wine bottle
pressed to his lips
remembering
his childhood
and the father
who beat
him

Kennedy
died
in
Dallas
school book
death

art
murder
mayhem
in
Dallas
lost
souls
pop
corn
for
news
men

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