World Literature:
Michael Rothenberg (USA)
December
December arrived late this year
And all the shadows went missing
The planet was lit up on all four sides
Illumination was unbearable
With no regard for tradition or history
The universe defaulted on existence
Phenomenology evaporated in a wink
It had nothing to do with anything I wanted to be
or anyone I thought I was
An underachiever and over-believer
Nothing to do with surplus or Claymore mines
It was mainly about filling in the blanks,
And a party going on somewhere sublime,
when the squirrels ran up the fig tree
to get a better view of eternity
and the eagles carried them off to lunch.
