Every day I send the orphans a political message.
I say, Friends, you may be trying,
but you are not trying hard enough–
the ceiling is steadily lowering itself and one day
we will return home with our bags of frozen vegetables
to find ourselves utterly crushed.
At least we are living in ingenious times.
I have learned that it’s impossible
to smooth out a grave with a rolling pin
and anyway ecology dictates cremation.
I am so fond of this body, esp. my brain
which is full of bees attending
their convention on How to Tame a Nightstick.
They have miniature boxes of corn flakes.
You can eat as many as you’d like.
– taken from The Difficult Farm (2009)