by Gary Hardaway
It was a bad year for losses-
But aren't they all?
The fortune cookie tells me
”Use your charm and personality
to obtain your wishes.” It seems
the cookie doesn't know me well.
Artists, like scientists,
must trust their instruments
Hit a plane? You hit a plane.
The enemy's plane, a machine
designed to kill you.
It's not a pilot, with a family, dead.
It's a plane. The enemy's plane.
Each little token is the world
as you knew it at each time and place
before the tastes and refinements
of a larger world taught you how
to be ashamed of what
you remembered where.