Friday, November 22, 2013

Stretch

I cast my skin wide
And let the world enter
Through a blister;

Smoke stacks smudge
Exhausts pepper
Automatic rifles puncture.

The oceans swell in my cheeks
And I spit;
Rocks. Debris. Endangered species.

The cities like vast sores spread,
Transforming flesh to steel.
Air travel ceases.

What kind of illness
Could sabotage a mind
That contains a planet?

Yet I feel every question you ask
And know like Job,
The whirlwind has no answers.

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