Cedula Chain

the winged ones gardening

desperately pre
pare the cuttings
slice the green medulla
dance into breakfast
possum regulates the spleen
murmurs contradictory
for a disease yet unnamed; it's early
the blood not yet up
the fingers not primed
for their work
of translating chains
the computer is my
dashboard a rising
scans helpless robotics
clicked in the night
now feign quiet
hiding designs for simple
pre-dawn rituals
of vote-counting
and the exorcizing
of memory