one can repeat anything they like 
it’s just dead now and beaten 
there’s a wire 
in the belt of my brain 
and don’t smoke 
you difficult person 
there’s a wire 
picking up missiles on the strip 
breaking space and time with 
an iron sound iron sound 
I can’t go to sleep or unsee life , 
time makes change possible and 
is currently menacing . in this way , 
one learns the simple , vertiginous 
depth of problems , the dead weight 
of forms and the hyenic laughter 
of matthew miller which all meaning 
requires one to reject – the content of life 
is essentially general , not actually . a little fear of god , 
and the heat currents shutting down , 
all shot through with the arrows of slavery 
and white phosphorus . it’s a total 
global project . the fish are still full of mercury – 
he said it cuz he didn’t like it , 
and now we have to dislike it forward , 
with all the implications bursting . I can’t shut my eyes , 
babies with flies on they face – and writing 
with the song cuz conditions have not 
given the means to surpass it . 
this is the end of something . these are the words , 
I’m serious , of serious people , 
awake unsustainably

Copyright © 2025 by Benjamin Krusling. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 18, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.