Sampson Starkweather You Sent Me a Picture of an Actual Wolf in Brooklyn I vowed never to use The word Gentrification In a poem But here we are It is Spring Prince is dead Dearly beloved We are gathered Here today Say the flowers At the funeral Of Humanity It’s raining Of course It’s cliché Which is how We know We are In a poem Nature, etc People pour out Of the subway Pop open Umbrellas Plastic flowers Are still flowers We need a wild Thing To believe in Proof Poof Fuck Your phone Language is a turquoise monster Moving around And Ummmmm No honey You can’t keep it But O the living stream And lushness of the way A thing is said And the achingly Imperceptible movement Of the earth Simply As it is Author's Note: "a turquoise monster / Moving around" is based on a line by Wallace Stevens