Science
Can’t Help Us
A monk in a monastery
in the remote Northeast Kingdom sits in the lotus position for nine straight
hours, which is how long it takes to count all the ways there are to kill a
person. Every day about 200,000 people die. The ancient oak that once served as
the hanging tree has started muttering to itself, saying things like “Here’s my
hat. Go away.” That could be why the seasons now seem to come and go in no
particular order. Meanwhile, gunmen from around the world have organized a banquet
of vultures. It’s only gravity that keeps us there.
Howie Good is the author of The Loser's Guide to Street Fighting, winner of the 2017 Lorien
Prize from Thoughtcrime Press, and Dangerous
Acts Starring Unstable Elements, winner of the 2015 Press Americana Prize
for Poetry. His latest poetry collections are I Am Not a Robot from Tolsun Books and A Room at the Heartbreak Hotel from Analog Submission Press, both
published in 2018.
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