If there was
God I think
we’d be damn
sure of it

Fishkill Rural Cemetery

Ducks there
Never flew south
I was sitting in my car
Smoking a joint
One was waddling
Through the slush
Toward the highway
It was white

All the faithful departed
They had incontrovertibility

if you don’t
hear from me
i've arrived


Your ruins
Still stand
Dogs bark