Inauguration Day, January 2005

The now has married snow and sand.
Snow's shattered hourglass, a split infinity, from B.
To D. in half a scratch. Say brain is mind
Is bioterrorism; no novel chemical
Eli Lilly would author could lave the phantom hand
Bodyless and holding still its gun-blind will.
Apparently, sad Said says, no future brave or there enough
To point its endings back at us.
I watch white’s lazy ovals carve out offices
Among our lexicon of wind: secretary of reverse,
Department of negation, disorders from on high.
Look, the rigged raw wars, where thought's a lie
Metaphysics won’t torture pleasure out of us.
Convict, there's no one here to help you. . .