The wind plays Schubert

by Samuel Derrick Rosen

God's telephone rings,
outside, the wind
plays Schubert,
the bluesmen dodge
avoid anal
territorial circuits,
selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitors.

Clinical kumbayas
stand in the city square,
their scented candles burning,
mothers with numb fingers
through which their infants slip,
inexplicably succumb
to cosmogonic potholes.

Meanwhile, the UFOs,
having arrived
from the birth of Christ,
perform their pretty pirouttes.