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I’ve made enemies

of all these particular growling

angry noises of machinery

 

I wouldn’t ask a source

to reveal itself      but

if we find one another

in some parking garage or

frosty canopy don’t be alarmed

if I disassemble you just by thinking

 

about it.    I’ve made lovers

of particular elements —

 

air, fire, water, earth,

to name a few.    Breakfast,

body, infinite abstraction

 

If I and these lovers

went to battle

against any angry noise

and all the destructive ideas

that must fuel it — 

 

an idea of earth and fire

transforming each other into money

an idea of water and air

singing a song that makes them die — 

 

I don’t know

who’d win.