Sometimes I am glad to be a bad poet
because when things are lost irretrievably most of the time I don't even know it
just walking around the world taking the bitterest changes as they come
sometimes I am glad to be irreducibly dumb
and on the day the last bird dies in a zoo in singapore
I'll probably cry if I hear about it but my poems will be no worse than before
but you what will you do on the day you open your window and hear only
the songs of machines and the wingless wind will all your songs be lonely