The Ladder

Unfixed interim on the slide, that’s life
bound by gravity to one way,
will-less and resigned, a stain descendant
on the chute’s reflective shine.
Ancestors climbing the ladder
a stringer of fish out of deep time
coerced to modernity
up river
down flume, again.
Brilliant objects upon the waters, shimmering
each strike a run at success
suckers conned to bite, in the wake
strung out by the hour
everyone with their day
dreading their slide
the ladder terminated abrupt
and then down, one and all,
there is no time like the present
except when it’s our time.


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