Tagged: engineers

if the universe

if the universe
were a packaging machine,
would we have a say
in how we were picked up,
folded and flipped, traversing
axes we only read about
in engineering
textbooks, so that
when you and i bump
into one another
in the middle of
grand central, time
is meant
to stand still, nothing
breaks, and no one
calls for the job setter

no one has ever

no one has ever
had to say,
let’s practice
burying things
. it just
happens all too
naturally, fifteen
or so
feet under,
not quite out of
detection, but
deep enough
to call together
a group of engineers,
make redundant sweeps