By Gregory Orr
You should know—this human form
I have: I’m only passing through
on my way to Iesser things;
my ultimate goal’s to become
a stale breadcrumb that’s the object
of delight for a mouse
gathering its hasty treasure while
the cat prowls the upper floors.
You see,
I’m God’s voice practicing
a descending scale. When
He hits the lowest note—watch out.