What do you get out of the seatback
but trash, legumes, the follicle
of a diaper remnant and that old
world smell, locating across the ages
to remind us such simple shell evacuations
as “Go west and be remade” contuse
as easy as that old Scottish bagpipe
to the head, mitochondrial drum and fife.
Blink twice and it’s Athens, again
a bloodbath or rehearsal for sub-continental
tragedies like folk novels and genocide.
The landing’s gearing down to premature
cigarette appearance, the dusty Greeks
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