Circles and changes
By ecologist
Poetry lies ... on the floor Decorated in blood, black + inky slain, by dead IMAGINATIONS and corrupt souls Who will stand at the graveside --- in memoriam --- of fallen words detritus now food ---- for worms I AM A WORM eating decay + dirt a smorgasboard of tasteless delicacies devoured by the gram, kilogram, tonne of inconsequential KALORIES are energy bound as ---- atomic ATOMIC particles, flitting, slipping around in the universe -- creating POETRY of action, form coalescing into bodies BODIES lying in unison -- producing poetry of being BEING giving life to poetry once again Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 11:50 PM PST 0 • 10
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