ON THEIR WAY

That which is cannot be true.

—Herbert Marcuse

I was in my body for a few minutes

yesterday the wind was blowing

the TV was on except the words came out 

sideways working their way toward the window

longing to breathe free unfamiliar as they were

with truth as I herded them along

as I usually do when one of them stopped

and begged me for directions I told it

that we live in the greatest country

this country has ever known and wasn’t that

a great fill-in-the-blank last night

how at last someone was standing up

against whatever it is that the real problem is

and can’t somebody do something about

those people do I have to be specific

and anyway the rumor is that everything

is real so I sent the word on its way

with its friends in hopes they would find

a better better and a greater greater