Karno Dasgupta, 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

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

to be unsalvageable to have known only (in) belation

inherit

the creek they killed keen, kiss, bury the bones no innocents in modernity we moribund morgue-monde accessory