Wind snarled to

Everything has died! Turned to growths
in a skein of cold succumbed
and gave up numb. Gave up to the sky
itself crawling then snaking
how the first ones snaked and sank
exhausted onto each other,
like a story stopped halfway.
When will it boil again, let out
its fumes and heat and filigrees
of living to hunt and fuck?
The degrees shrink, the sun shrinks
and inhales so deeply it explodes
onto the face of planets
we never knew about, were
too busy in the hunt and understanding,
never thought they too knew
how it was to die with no
kernel inside pupating
as the worms and flies do here.


~ by Jeremy on January 21, 2011.

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