The boat goes around and around in a circle
in the middle of a lake that is polluted
and filled with broken bottles.
Rain has been falling every day for a week.
The weatherman says it’s going to be a scorcher
every day in September, but I don’t believe a
word of it.
I told you about the tattered magazines I found
in the alleyway, how they were torn up and thrown
away by a man who hated the government,
who despised the U.K. and Israel.
He used to be a lawyer, an attorney,
and was fired by his boss for being late on three
occasions. The man wanted to sue him but
he fled the country, perhaps to South America.
No one has seen him since then.
The boat still goes around and around in a circle
in the middle of a lake that is polluted,
and the president declares an emergency on India;
while, somewhere in Ohio, an old man watches
the news and cries over his granddaughter who
was lost in a storm.