Interruption

The elements begin to reassemble,
align themselves to include this
negative objection: a boy trapped
in a car wrapped around a tree.
I expect it to happen this way,

the order will pull itself together
and go on     I swear I heard
the robin cry Warmonger!
        flapping about over her spoiled
nest     the jack pine will creak itself

straight, given time, crickets minstrel
come spring      We were first
on the scene    Nothing could be done
about the boy, he floats like an eel
in his blood in a pine-needle lake

swims
under the roof of all sadness

        in an old, submerged tabernacle