# 255: darwin

1

greatest mystery
story ever
inquisitorial simulacrum
copies of copies
without a template
even & squatting
twelve inches in front
speeding train
through station
splashes rain
onto an open book

in a group

starched brown suits

waves skein beach
into tongues
epiphanies of gulls
grandchildren
sliding down
history’s banister
on an invented seat
self-made
with a little brake
could see sea & through
bigger kings than
all your kings
arcane prints
of copyright signs
along the sand
named beach

2

missing piece
phone ringing
continuously
in an empty house
or hotel
observing treats
in the dark
holding the line’s
montage of callers
iguana & pig
evolution’s table
down on all fours
dissolves darkness
into furniture
maids move
in other rooms
stop cogs of the clock