Matter: A poem by Andrew Harrelson

Bite down on your teeth

feel the misalignment 

Grind down and find the roots 

move your jaw 

know reality is naught

Black holes exist between

each vibrating atom 

It is hard to remember

a body is a person

and the dead lived

Your tongue creates

wet muscle sounds

Flesh over tooth and gum

arbitrary and 

misunderstood

We all will again just

be Matter 

Atoms humming at

different frequencies

divorced from spirit

Maybe it's a comfort 

To scrape your shoes on

The stoop of stars

to drive your body's plow

over black earth

Unknown worlds are

kicked up by wild horses

Screaming over grasslands

conquered by scores 

of dumb cattle

hoof-bruised and

blood-stained ears

of wheat feed 

our generation 

and we starve

with bellies full 

to bursting