1.
A handwritten appeal:
one shows respect
by speaking honestly. The landscape
is losing
patience. My faith
erodes. Your words
are incremental:
liquid, ghosts, pure
resilience. This
natural history
of the senses.
Lithosphere:
this fabric of muscle, bone;
of bodies, maps,
geopolitical
collage.
2.
As Dionne Brand
wrote: a harmolodic
for the bruised planet. This path of centuries,
an attention
and respect. Deforestation,
reigns. A tool
sits coolly in
the earth: misplaced,
interred by
time, and silt,
ten thousand lunar
cycles. How can we live
if all else
dies?
3.
They can’t take
it with them,
I guess. The world’s
lungs
fill up with
smoke.
4.
The contempt
is obvious. You
resist, for ecological health
and mutual
respect, and in response, they place you
in a cold, dark
room.
Injunctions,
plead. Prompt: once more
unto the breach, my friend, once more.
Or close up the
wall with our earthly dead.
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