Dedication

A Poem by Christina Starobin

for the bog workers universally snared

the bee hive bog the pigeon hole bog

the palm fringed box bog the cigar

tipped and floating ash tray bog the

tunnel channels and tiled exhaust bog

the sand sifting bog the stupid slow

and fast food bog the wrinkled skin and

old age bog the murder in the putrescent

tenement for a few cents in the news-

paper over the morning coffee bog the

foreign exchange and high-flying standard

wrestling heavyweight bog the bristling

bustling turnstile and special saving

sucker bog the dead indian bog

the bicyle fitness for another round bog

the cigarette stale and treacherous

bodies in the street selling bones selling

invisible rags selling strench and penniless

drugs bog the hydrogen time like

a mushroom dream with a faint wisp

of universal annihilation bog the way

we all return to the center and radiate

bog with the diamond chips under the

sludge with the diamond instincts

excavated from our eyes bog with

the million voices the hot faced grains

of sand the spinning black hole

unfathomable and cruelly ignorant bog bog bog