A poet moves between missiles and minerals, geological time and imagined futures, transforming the page into a site of planetary and bodily encounter.
A Human-Animal with Ten Phalanges Worships Omnipotence
a
fragile
flesh being
a human-animal
born with ten phalanges
worships insatiable omnipotence, a
visionary of singularity, of brutality
beyond its utility for survival
molds the arc of planetary
history into the
shape of a
puncture
unhealed
bloodletting
turns contagious
before long all beings
bear marks of unnecessary wounding:
a humpback whale deafened by sound bombs
a famished seal exiled at op a fugitive polar bear
the African elephant evox lves to be born without
tusks, the dugong navigatesx naval mines and oil spills
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corpses. in thishere year our planetbeing is
circumscribed by a halo of debris:
Resilient Missile Warning and
Tracking constellations
with nuclear powered
infrared sensors
detect ballistic
and hypersonic missiles
perch in outer space
alongside thermal
blankets and
bags of
human
waste
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*
in
the
archive
of gravity
and orbital
debris, future
generations will
discover primitive
instruments of obliteration
discarded amidst extra terrestrial
voyages undertaken in the
long interval before
unilateral
disarmament
before our
species
finally
agreed
to portion
resources
according
to need
rather
than
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xe
exx
dx
If We Must Have War, What Ought War to Achieve?
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on
course to
metamorphosis
the answer to which
war is a question remains
unfound, unresolved, dissolved
and reentered into the texture of
historical time in allegedly new | old forms.
