Not Enough Sin To Go Around

by Bill Yarrow

                                                                   for Ray

Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
Step lively through the arrogance
of landscape, step decisively across
the minefield of joy. Tread independently
the airport road. Treat your neurons

with respect. Do I have a second?
It takes only one grain of sand
to sabotage the aperture, to desolate
a lens. Place your glasses in a vial
of acid. The frames dissolve apace.

When information fails, there
is always information theory.

When the future falters, there
is always the redacted past.