the last

By Owen Bullock,

 

hearing Keijiro Suga

 

feet of cement sprout out of the jungle

pools of concrete expand, merge

pillars cover trees, warehouses, palaces

roads plaster the earth

sheets of roofing replace the canopy

 

it’s perfect

 

the last sprig of berries coated with glass

I starve to death


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