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


water everywhere

seeping up through the grip of your lost toes


your thirst will force you to imbibe

the fish of forgotten

as extinction inches up the corner of your thigh


cry foul and you’ll be silenced

by the nownownow

of tomorrow’s impossible exigence


grab a brush dipped in gone and wash away

the last canary


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


i can see i can see i can see



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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