Suddenly the trees are tinged with flame.
The green is burning at the corners
like a blade of grass withering beneath a light-directing lens.
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Lament for an Endling
Did fires burn through the last ancient woodland? /
Boughs that breathed the air before us, /
Reached deep into soil our fingers never touched.
Reversion
I can feel what you mean when we/ hear the same bells/
ringing peace through the night while/
we taste the cold air…
Neo
He’d take his Winchester 94 from the gun rack and step out of the jeep looking like God himself put him up to what he was about to do. Then he would shoulder the rifle and thumb back the hammer. Gunshots rang louder in the morning. Kris never forgot that.
Build the Wall
there is a wall /
between us and a horde— /
mass of angels come to usher us all / at once /
back to nothing
Funeral
They have nowhere else to go./
No instinct to burrow./
No mask to fit between/
small lungs and the poison air.
My father wants me to be a famous capitalist
A land, clean, civil /
No oily, heavy tar breaths. /