THE END ORPHINS

THE END ORPHINS
after Thomas Wyatt

Anger, Wrath, Waste, and Noise
are my children
now in school

Wrath isn’t doing well
in Geography
Anger is home with a rash

soon there will be no pennies
luck will migrate
the body is a fool

what made me
monster of elsewhere
was it space, time

or Mother of them all
Regret
thousands crowd the parking lots

trying to Lego shadows
into something else
Noise plays violin

or rather Noise plays shadows
something sad
and Waste goes crazy

with scissors
cuts snowflakes into thin cold air
a chain of identical children

holding hands
I’m a good father
I’m a good father

each of my eyes covered
by lucky pennies
keeps the orphans in