Saroyan and Dietrich, roll call—
The oldest we know, his cave, his wall,
The doorbell so / Lost in the wall . . .
What? Stops it. There you go. Collision
Of lyric fragments shattered. They work
Like any abandoned land mine.
Little trigger phrases intended
To drive shards of language through you.
That they rarely work is not the point.
The point is that phrases can ever carry
A grimy bit of small thought across
The barriers you counted on to hold.
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