eighty bushels per hour
no hands oliver evans system
superfine flour.
the millers weren’t yet alarmed.
certain individuals cornered coal

eighty bushels per hour
no hands oliver evans system
superfine flour.
the millers weren’t yet alarmed.
certain individuals cornered coal

from bowleys wharf
a whoosh of steam and shaft and water churning
the first of five million pulses
chugging in the rhythm and patience of pistons
from patapsco to susquehanna to elk to sassafras
to chester to miles to choptank to honga
to nanticoke to wicomoco to pocomoke to james
to york to plankatank to rappahannock to yacomoco
to potomac to patuxent to severn to magothy
five generations of machine and human
amalgamating anthroestuary into analog.
relatively innocent in plying the water
sunrise and morning
midday and afternoon
evening and sunset
through the hours of darkness.
polished steamboats once emanating from the patapsco
in tide-like rhythm

there could be robotic mastodons
roaming the city at night by gaslight
eating litter and defecating art.
but our wealth is too employed
for the genius all around.
cimon starves on holiday street

from the state of war
pride and destiny.
one million dollars for freed slaves
genocide for tenskwatawa and tecumseh

swimming and flying
weaving ocean and wind into a jet stream,
wood and canvass
carved into an arrow hurtling with its bow,
constantly propelled.
swift upon another swifter away in battle.
carrying cargo with express and beauty.
finally refitted for slave transport.
just a rotting rusting weapon

exhilarate
watching an empire
melt away before you.
never soon enough

silence is treason
and axes, hooks, and other instruments of destruction
have their own noise.
democracy sings
and beating, stabbing, and hot wax
discharge neuromuscular tension.
demagogues gluttons subalterns
trump distinction.
general stricker is not at home, cannot be seen, would do no more

springs bubble unseen
headwaters in time
to hundreds of billions of gallons from all over.
pumping through

sanctuary for cadavers collected
from fresh graves and murdered sailors,
for imported mummies,
for cryosectioning and magnetic resonance imaging
of atoms now scattered in the streets
more elegantly than confetti

contemplating union
taught, led, and provided for,
or choosing good and evil.
determination may be singularly infinite
