Curious George wields the apocalyptic trumpet with his ringing bell,
clang-a-clang singing up from the pages and whirling wind around
in all of the hemispheres. Demarcation--done, doubly down with what
separates us from each other, the page, the thought of ending too easily
like a book. We cry as we turn the pages, our hands shaking, we beg
aloud all of the gods to leave the bell unrung, curiosity canceled, my life.