6/1/24

Hill Scars (poem)

 

Saw-toothed edges and rat tail files
mountain sands sloping steeper to ledges
washed out spares dry dreaming miles
to a universe of rusting metal hedges

  Radio winterference receiving deception
summer solstice through vulturing conception
plants greened in cyclic reprieve
dried and burned with desiccated leaves

  Radiators leaking water to dust
insured by metal cans made with Beijing beans busted
chemicals in a clay river bed leached leaded life
packaged plain like simpler things rife

World spun hot with magnetic-electrical currents
blame cold brine goals
become Hell’s Gate coals
hot core marathon for invention.

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