The Super Image

Obliterating the subtle text a blot of ink from Godsquid
Bottom of page a footnote pounds brute beat
Meaning willow with a small stone that reads
“Here Lies Lies”

The Soul is convinced there’s no such thing as soul

The turtles need convincing
They keep wandering offffff
With very important jails


At the bottom of the page a lame flamenco’s jump-up
Even though nobody comes
Everybody’s seen it
Even though the subtitles are retranslated
On a daily basis by a poet who actually has a paying job
Making these new poems so trenchant running
Across the bottom of the screen
Atop the opera conducted by electric rain


  Bob Holman