Domino days

tumble onto one another

Arrive to strike the one ahead

and take the weight of those behind

Eight hours high

by three hours wide

A full twenty-four,

proclaim those who do the math,

slaves to gravity and time,

trapped in Dominoes’ path

Domino months

Kinetic art in motion

A calendar of moving pictures

A flickering line of yesterdays

September comes on schedule,

but aligned with fuel and fury

Curses tumble from the people

when violent history repeats

Dominoes collapse,

into New York City streets

Domino year

2001

Kubrick’s monolithic silhouette

still waits among the stars.

Four jets, reset for war,

four flights of terroristic fancy,

induce those who do the math

to recalculate their freedom,

to count their lucky stars

and comfort those who need them