dummy

4. Now, Miranda

Safe from the literal shipwreck,
now we find it, our spot of rescue,
here beneath the palm tree,
beneath the naked plums.
For this is the twenty-first century
and we get everything we request.
Even the bing cherries. Even
big as your thumb, if we request.
Perhaps we’re not even so sure
about the rescue, now. Do we want it?

No, it doesn’t seem like we do want it,
when we talk about it.
Let them come, or not. There is no one
to blame for this damn thing, you know,
this honey thing. No one to say
what we’ve eaten.

Moor-bone, little jaw of me.
Big thing or little thing,
answer me one request. Tell me
what can I do for you
in the twenty-first century.
Tell me so I can know.

Because, I brewed some tea for us
yesterday, and now I feel I messed up.
Did we argue?
Was it a lovely argument, over tea?

I don’t remember
if you were singing, or even
alive, but I don’t see how
you could, couldn’t have heard me.