In someone’s distant algorithm
your mortgage was bundled to another’s
and stamped a new “security.”
While it was swapped
from investor to investor
accruing fees and interest at each turn,
and she abandoned her home.
Someone uses your mortgage
far inside the starbursts of a server.
What’s a mortgage
on the other side of the firewall?
I witnessed a will
which—the language invested with law
godmothers the peacock’s
would take care of the baby in the event of a
It lives at the Cathedral
and seems to be some kind of
The future art you’ll make and its pleasure
is hedged against the
boys who died
Source: Poetry (December 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the December 2008 issue of Poetry magazine