On The Perilous Effects Of Buried Alien Spacecraft Poem by Peter Jay Shippy

They told me, fetch the jawbreaker
They told me, take down the wash
They told me, any day now, any day
They told me, one book? —as good as another
They told me, 'til someone loses an eye
They told me, gravity is deafening
Nancy, they told me, Nancy with the laughing face
They told me, just flour water and sea salt
They told me sometimes a rave
They told me sometimes a dove
They told me, they told me
They told me, blow skyward
They told me, stars across the knife