Poem heard in the crackling of flames
By Jaclyn // [email protected]
November 2003


i'm going to write you a poem
parallel to your delusions

and if you think that any of it
will mean anything

when the continent is drowning
in a wildfire

when the country
is made of scorched earth

when our home
is built from the bones of ashes

and nothing more--
think again


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