The Sizzle of Moving Day

A television station signing off
becomes very friendly about its power
as if to say, “All joyful day
we have been destroying
air around us.”
Home, friend, mind, gut—
every noun finds “-lessness”
clinging to its rear
in the back-door erasure
of moving to a new place.
Depending on your century,
all or any part of those megahertz
can be focused
right at the viewer
and come sizzling
out of the picture tube
to kill him where he sits.
(I had been mulling over
a clod’s choice of chest hair:
evolution that is Boy < Man < Ape.)
I could hear
the sea robins chirp,
sea scorpions click
in the branches outside,
the cheep cheep
pcheek
and click click
I’d have to live with—
(Moderate,
be moderate
in your chest hair.)