Nobody is dying
To see the expired invoice
Nobody undertakes
The difficult journey
Toward the stoical the ascetic
Not even the stoic

Instead a few seek out
The rapid plucking
Upon the Spanish guitar
Or the mural that seems
A window opening
Upon an exclusive park

Nobody is to be faulted
For a preference
Toward simulated immediacy
The clocks disagree
With each other
In constricted vocabulary

Nobody is rushing
To read the autopsy report
Nobody is taking steps
To complete the encyclopedia
Of suffering
The catalogue of defects

Instead a few add to
The spectacle
Of varied and shifting colors
The red changes to gold
The gold to green
The dimming geometry

Instead a few make their
Acid findings
To supplement the one great poem
Infinitesimal increments
That all can see but
Nobody is dying to