Tiny Fable

by Cort Day

Darling, your infant's been whispering
into my Dictaphone again, and its tiny fable
scares me: it says the new Disposable Symphony
will repixelate all property as green or
"rain is money." Right now the voice is on fire.
It's reproducing the wood, phoneme
by phoneme, it's generating "dappled sunlight"
and "ideas of God" so quickly, there's no time
to drag the river for the missing--

from The Chime