Keep moving as if
on an ant trail
the going of which is finally not
inexplicable (horrible helpless yes) but
mooted humdrum
in mood not mode
nut not tree unchained Latinity
cut
to vernacular epiphany.
The better part of valor
now a talking head
points to his neck and says
It’s a dickie—
you know, a collar
without a shirt—
as if this explained everything