Hey! The day before the dust

settles on forty nights

let’s all raise a flap

Jack—stack’em higher

than high past the wi-fi

sky and galactic gadgets

merry-go rounding earth

tuned-in for drips of juice

Pile the cakes like Jake’s

old apple orchard ladder

run angels up and down

between stone pillows

and heaven’s goosy billows

we’ll make the desert cry

with joy for the miracle

of maple syrup

Today the Kingdom looks

like a cabane à sucre

mes amis, passez-moi la douceur

pour it on until it’s gone

tomorrow when we eat ash

and wander the lowest highway

ditches with big  plastic bags

for empty beers cans

and other littered sins

we’ll break and wipe our brows

only to remember

we’re marked for death…

And yes, oh yes,

      new life.