As If Poem by William Pryor

As if circling furious
surrounded sparks
be
holding
bodies
wailing
plaintiffs
of the wrong birth
meant the essence



As if flensed blubber
bubbling blood-distance
whale calls
knew the destruction



As if innocence
survived
or living



As if
fooled anyone



Then when tears
cannot strike
by order
&


Until the lost
lapped
through
the temporary apocolypse

there can be ordinary