but then tell them so it shows them / don’t let them forget  
they are nowhere / they have problems that are about   
sitting down and decaying they have too many holes  
in their grabbers and too many grabbers  
in their boredom / you should keep talking through 
them talking / like rain you should tell them  
secrets of mountains you should make them remember  
how things eat light but only as much light 
as they need and pretty things are pretty 
and what about the breeze and that time  
you were in love / no the other time these killers can’t get over 
being scared they dress up in such elaborate 
machines you have to kiss their bumpers a little 
with your stories / no you shouldn’t have to 
it is the nice thing and a genre of pain to remind them  
of the long drink of cold water after a day  
of hot dust these killers are nearer  
to the terrible anticlimax than walking their wreckage back 
their disasters are soft / their disasters  
are outfitted in fine mosses