for shame, or sorry Karno Dasgupta unbouldered much has been made of this veiny part in the forest long uprooted humbly, I lay this once-river bed to rest
bone dry, pocked peel, long past saving sorry, creek,
creaky herniated disk of gaia avulsed
gone numb, heat-flushed, on degenerate knees,
beaten into shatterings hope, he rhetoricked, imperious the once and future
current will heal all sulfurous sores for shame
slivers under coal tar
and six meters of sea snot don’t soothe, they seethe
the end of days is a week from tomorrow had it marked in 1492
you’ll be dead
your rope ending where it began tight
around
our neck
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