THE REST OF THE DREAM (1994)

PART THREE

last night I dreamed that I was walking
in the midwest and watching the torna-
does. one came out and picked me up
and took me for a little ride and left me
in a field.

“that’s not so bad.” I though, and it
wasn’t. there were quite a few bodies
there, very chalky, the color of clay, like preserved bodies in
(matamora?)
mexico, centuries gone.

“that’s not so bad either.” I thought.
actually, it was very nice. they didn’t
look unhappy at all.

now I like tornadoes, which, they say,
destroy everything in their path.