Thursday, July 31, 2014

We, the Coda

Jesse S. Mitchell

For those who have ears and choose words
And not mere sounds

We, the sea monsters.
We, white mice.
We, under the waves.
We, under the glass.
Glass
Glass.
We, the gasoline drinkers
Gas
Gas
Gas.
We, The Crystal Nights
We, the Nakba Days.
We, the trapdoor spiders.
Tangles
Tangle
Strangle.
We, the atlas of all the Earth.
We, the all the earth quake and shaking.
We, the tectonic plates.
Bang
Bang
Banging together.
We, the Rift Valley.
We, the sinus infection.
We, the vertigo.
Spin
Spin
Spinning.
And
We, the slow burn burning
We, the mass extinction passing.
We, Enkidu
Are
Gone
Gone
Gone.

(also, try not to imagine Gwendolyn Brooks at the St. Crispin's day speech. Thanks.)

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