Execution Grass, image by Irene Koronas
EXECUTION
The
way
a
new blade
steadies
itself
as
it slowly
unfurls.
It’s
not glazed
donuts
or
it
is.
*
Gray
and silver
bellies
of
clouds, sun-slit.
Power lines swooping
out
and in. Ridiculous!
“People
are happy
when
their lives have purpose,”
some
plan
to
execute.
EACH
To
say “I”
am
my “own”
anti-particle
makes
no sense –
though
*
This
white fuzz-ball
atop
each
rubber-hose
thick
bolted
stalk
of
onion
which
leans out
away
from the rest
—Rae
Armantrout
