Unity Of All Things Poem by Douglas Scotney

Hours after I'd resigned myself to watching the fireworks on TV
and seen the aftermath of the Iranian embassy bombing in Beirut,
blatant or surreal,
one shortened-sleep night,

days after the beginning of cockroach season
(no I'm not in Sydney) ,
a star became the horns of a deer,
and the direct inspiration for the title,

just after I'd been lying standing guard
wondering if it might even be a mouse
eating its way down the hall
towards the 1 piece of short-cut bacon

that became recidivist-vegetarian me
saying, 'There will be no more dark-time nitrate pyrotechnics
inside my closed eyelids
I will throw out the other 3'