poems

the deep sea worms burrow through geothermal vents then become churned to mud by a machine searching for future car batteries. cheaper than children bursting with cobalt dust picking specs from dry red earth

let me drink up cosmic rays until the heat sates me, rhythmic and pure

the deep sea corals ancient and slow, in a symbiotic dance of bone get snagged on fishing nets and crumble in service of the bounty of flesh. chopped to paste, bathed in hot oil dripping with mercury painfully norishing

satellites fall forever, cold and lifeless the moon can't look away she does everything she can, but we don't listen