Implosions

The world's / not wanton / only wild and wavering // I wanted to choose words that even you / would have to be changed by // Take the word / of my pulse, loving and ordinary / Send out your signals, hoist / your dark scribbled flags / but take / my hand // All wars are useless to the dead // My hands are knotted in the rope / and I cannot sound the bell / My hands are frozen to the switch / and I cannot throw it / The foot is in the wheel // When all is over and we're lying / in a stubble of blistered flowers / eyes gaping, mouths staring / dusted with crushed arterial blues // I'll have done nothing / even for you?