My head is exploding
quietly without bells
like a forgotten landmine
in a land full of deaf mice

this, i tell myself, is why
i do not think. why
my finger is burnt
from grabbing the screen
from the fireplace

perhaps later, when
my pains make a lasting peace
I will better understand the absolute truth
about cause and effect

but now, my finger is exploding
loudly with bright red screams
like the memory of a rake piercing a hand
in a land full of rabid chipmunks.