Poem (“popular fear . . . ”)
by Simon Pettet
popular fear bad taste all of us glued
to a centralized rectangle
expectations metaphysics
out the window
we wonder what happened when
all this got started
what moment,
(there must have been one)
when (inside)
the ball dropped
the glass shattered
& it all got
so particularly and irretrievably
ugly
Poem (“we tremble . . . ”)
we tremble his bow is
fixed. we tremble
see already the suicide
we tremble, our heart rate
is now permanently physiologically affected by this.