Barf Bag Poem #15

Barf Bag Poem #15

Smith’s diamonds and water,
Now proofed in reverse, splatter
onto boulders, jutting bedrock,
strewn remains of the era soon
to be known as the age of
consumption. Persistent rabbit
sniffs, paws and rejects the booty.
Even water, now spoiled by man,
no longer attracts migrations. Algae
flourishes, geese do not. One Korean
trudges up to boulder knoll, pregnant,
she stops painting, but worries what
type of earth will provide her children.
Dwindling energy means a life with
less. Once abundant wildlife has
already relearned most basic realities.
Can we adapt quickly enough? She
smiles, confident we will figure it out.

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