MAXAT Corp.

A man named Tempest
wasn't walking home
he took a long train down
to a place that - in English -
means "one bridge"

He spent his last stolna
and wagered his bearings to be on that train
he had nothing to give
no north star, no moss

Tempest doesn't know English
He doesn't know any language except mutt.
His parents named him by pointing in a dictionary
to erase his clues.
His family were the birds that ate the breadcrumbs.

This morning a Jehovah Witness knocked on my door.
You sound solid, sad, without couth. without graces.
I kept looking at his silent protoge, a kid in freckles.

The old man asked
if I thought it was possible for the world
to get any better
And Tempest walked across my head.
He lives in the future and follows lots of maps.

I said yes but only if we accept
that these current paradigms work no longer, sir.
That includes your religion, sir.
That includes your suit, sir.
That includes the hegemonic renegotiation of rights, sir.

But then, who's really got a right to anything they didn't kill?

Tempest came on to a man with a cart
selling goat meat by the river
the man told Tempest that amputees could regrow parts,
but not without loss.
The man told Tempest that he took the form
of whichever creature observed him.
Tempest wondered if he was hungry enough.

The man at my door reads a passage from Revelations.
I wonder how hard it is to be snatched.
God's precious hostage.
The man asks me what a good world looks like.
I ask him what this world looks like.

I said "we're both philosophers sir, and I admire your will, sir
I'm glad you know the answer, sir,
but I don't live here,
and neither do you."

Tempest puts his hand on the doorknob.
"No one is ever home," I tell him.
But he doesn't understand a word.