tell it to the darkness
in the cave of existence

whisper what you saw to the wall of painted protest

the white bear standing lost on a landscape gone green

an ocean filled with plastic pours and printed promises

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water everywhere

seeping up through the grip of your lost toes

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your thirst will force you to imbibe

the fish of forgotten

as extinction inches up the corner of your thigh

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cry foul and you’ll be silenced

by the nownownow

of tomorrow’s impossible exigence

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grab a brush dipped in gone and wash away

the last canary

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light a fire in the oil that skims every surface

illuminate destruction with a ring of false keep

raise your hands high and tell your last story

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i can see i can see i can see

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.

 

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