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Apparently they want your body parts. They frisk you for Your handset, earbud, bluetooth, cellphone, iPad, thumb drive, memory stick And laptop. You won't need any of it soon. Give them The finger too.
Copyright © 2011 by Heather McHugh. Used with permission of the author.
Everything obeyed our laws and
we just went on self-improving
till a window gave us pause and
there the outside world was, moving.
For Fabbio Doplicher
He came at night to each of us asleep And trained us in the virtues we most lacked. Me he admonished to return his stare Correctly, without fear. Unless I could, Unblinking, more and more incline Toward a deep unblinkingness of his, He would not let me rest. Outside In the dark of the world, at the foot Of the library steps, there lurked A Mercury of rust, its cab half-lit. (Two worldly forms who huddled there Knew what they meant. I had no business With the things they knew.