by Francesco Grisanzio

Schrodinger quietly reads a book
And watches a cat, alive and well, hunt among the shrubs.
He always sits on that bench, here, all day,
Because Apollo doesn’t plug his ears while speaking.
As Phoebus, he charges in from the East and bellows out,
“Could act is enacted! Now, so forever!
I am the Kinetic God, devourer of Potential!”
Trees are scorched.
Forests leveled.
Everyone may be struck blind and deaf,
For he has witnessed himself.
The caves of Delphi become desperately crowded
With the smoke of goats.
Lepers are left to rot.
Thousands wail as their sea of tears boils.
Even more hanged on the strings of lyres.
Finally, a wise man writes that this all stops.
Schrodinger thumbs that book.
The cat explores the trails.
All paths are walked.
All poems read.

FRANCESCO GRISANZIO studied poetry at UMass Amherst, where he received his BA in English and certificate in Creative Writing. His work has appeared in Jabberwocky and Toxic Inpublication. He contributes to and helped establish an online poetry community, which you are encouraged to join: www.starvinganduseless.blogspot.com and www.myspace.com/starvinganduseless. He is currently organizing poetry readings and publications with the group.