“TERRIBLE REVERSALS COULD OCCUR”
They are where we stop.
Hesitate and the waters will fail,
break the spine of the great trees
and nothing will survive.
We will call this The Darkness.
We will retreat into a Gregorian world
where single lines of notes
fly like scavengers
from the pages of our eruption.
Nothing assures us we will continue to win
if even in winning
the subterranean seas
are sucked up and poisoned
in the gyre of our shadow.
No one has calculated
the cost of our ignorance or our lies.
I lean into the solar wind
and the duplicate worlds dream us
while we dream them
still alone in some starry internet
of the sky. Starving gods and leavings
and the shells of our meals
are buried until they are the only
no matter what brilliance we can speak.
Voltaire was a slob
and Rousseau walked until his blisters
wore off in his shoes.
No one wants to listen
to the wailing of hags:
our prisons are full of our future
and the great migrations?
determined by torture and the clowns
we vote for: who cares what we call
this tundra of creeps and disease.
No one lives through the darkness
and the mammoths are eaten
and buried with our cousins
who have gone extinct with the music
of the limits of their magi.