deep in the woods

deep in the woods there is chaos

and beneath your feet

a magma river is melting what is left

of solid ground.

radio waves from outer space

are scrambled into future languages

you can sense but not define.

bicycle tires hit a pumpkin shard

buried in leaves and your brains are scrambled.

a canadian flag at the border stands limp

while answering the border guard’s questions.

do you have anything to declare?

today you are called for jury duty.

what questions will they ask that enables them

to pass judgment whether you,

who are unsure just what in the hell anything means,

are fit to survey another’s life and render a verdict.

(C) W.C. Fleischman