Protocol
       

We can't forget our time.
Such forgetting is an error
of sense. Forget an age
of shoe bomber, of underwear
detonator, of airplane
null. Forget American
Gosselin serialism: eight
children they do not
love; a dozen screens,
playing losing games.
These are all signs; bright
as a street corner,
audible as punks-with-beasts.

New York's dowdy
towers, sentinels.
A time unmarked,
unremarkable. Save for
the rise of protocol.

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