June 13 / Andrew Mandelbaum

Her limbs tremble
In a deep place
In the brine
she is pierced and hemorrhaging the dark spill of our weakness

We continue to show up to work
To pay our rents
To eat from the bowl on the floor
This is the flag of our appalling domestication

Tell me that worms ferry the fires of revolt
Tell me mutiny is feigning death and will arise

Wake me with a feral grasp
Kiss the sleeping hunger until it is wide and beyond taming

Tell me that the worms ferry the fires of revolt while the orchard arms itself and prepares to take on again the terrible uncontrolled substance of the forest

Let me descend home to primate, to poet, to person
Let me burn

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