
messages from the embers
grow silent and
blinding
out of silence:
all ash
cinder
and dust
out of blindness:
there is nothing
and nowhere
left to stand
on these receding
shores
reclaiming enclaves
from flooding seas
and camp raids
millions displaced
and hope is none
the wiser
it is wet with grief
and there’s something
in the water
but no one said
it was clean
or natural
like made up
customs and
borders
like the fallacy of the
global south
and plundered riches
of western culprits
but at least
the weather belongs to
everyone
here, in the future
it’s so quiet
we could pretend it was
just the wind
but what does that signify
if there is no apparent death
of our nature
when we are nature
and nature imprints itself
back into the
earth?
lh
sept 2022
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