We are in the age of no good deed we are past the age

of calligraphy way past the age of cutting teeth and whittling

we have introduced an age of unraveling, chia seed

pudding in the morning of the age we are in tourists

rescuing wildlife from the safety of the herd in this age

one age past tobacco the garage smells like creosote

and cut grass the wind steers the birdsong in this age disturbs

the clappers of the bells we are past the age of being frank

and unrepentant we are waking up all day with the same man

getting on trains there are no recaps when the noise of the age

we are in quiets suddenly its absence like a crater like a current