On Malice - Ken Babstock
You finish reading it. You cannot / finish reading it. Ice caught / in the can, later, the well. What // shall I be worried about, / the coward well and the ice does / such a lot. They know nothing // of cantilevered blown-out shells / who feed their worry / like veal barns. The dome's aerial // my lodestar and icon, the squirrel / at dusk in the post-informational gloaming / can never not finish reading it as song
You finish reading it. You cannot / finish reading it. Ice caught / in the can, later, the well. What // shall I be worried about, / the coward well and the ice does / such a lot. They know nothing // of cantilevered blown-out shells / who feed their worry / like veal barns. The dome's aerial // my lodestar and icon, the squirrel / at dusk in the post-informational gloaming / can never not finish reading it as song
You finish reading it. You cannot / finish reading it. Ice caught / in the can, later, the well. What // shall I be worried about, / the coward well and the ice does / such a lot. They know nothing // of cantilevered blown-out shells / who feed their worry / like veal barns. The dome's aerial // my lodestar and icon, the squirrel / at dusk in the post-informational gloaming / can never not finish reading it as song