from And To Think All That Time I Thought My Heart Here:

Trade Down

How did this happen? Who
gave birth to whom?

Whose wallet am I holding?
Whose I.D.?

Has anyone figured
anything out yet? Why

the sky’s blue, for instance,
or where time truly goes?

To think we share
so little space,

are faced with, outside,
so green a grass! Goodbye

to glasses, or look away,
we have served notice to meaning—

having jumped to safety
from over 100 flights up—

we will fall, like all civilizations have fallen,
with stubbornness instead of grace,

and last the day
because of it.