Three Go to the Zoo

These cells are worthless still they saved my life.

They turn out at increasing rates offspring full

of DNA that say this face is my face. What a zoo.

You’d think I’d fall under the pressure of so many

nuclei clamoring at their bars, those chimps.

I’m privy suddenly to sex, to dumb lump banana

manic. But revolt is revolt however good the end.

Someone will die. Someone will be lost. Amelia

in her plane would say these same three things.

No better than I was before, I’m the vanished

dodo, the last passenger pigeon down. To be

the only of a kind means diner counters, deeper

discounts, the window seat on an airplane. Look out

below, Unfathomable Trinity. Son, Pop, Ghost,

triangulate your mystery, triple your torture map.

East. East. All I want is to crash into the sun,

scramble the seasons till summer falls

then winters all over me. Heat in the mouth, I

swallow, I nightingale. Wanderlust is nothing

but a single engine parting the air like a curtain.

Three-Personed God, my selves will muddle through.