"recusatio"
the merry prank rolls on
or generational curse
as loss upon swift loss
overflows the urn—
world plated on a terrapin
tornado-warned, we dine
on just-downed albatross
wary of knocks from ICE,
frogs fallen on the lawn
world plated on a terrapin
& it's to you i sing
O turtle of our crunch
ignore vast monkey wrench
our great wheel of dung
world plated on a terrapin
a little longer wobble
as i creep t'ward dust
no poet of holocaust
but daedalist of bubble
world plated on a terrapin
sober as lidless judge
the canteen's out of ether
this spectacle takes another
sort to clock its siege
world plated on a terrapin
i only will joke & whine
& parse shades of giving up
fell squibs of queasy stripe
or even waxwing pun
worldplay to don a terror pen
"I wonder if there is a 'Tao of Polycrisis' where no crisis is ever confronted and resolved. Rather, the ever-renewing crises gently compost the older crises, which fade from awareness, because their victims are mostly dead" —@bruces.bsky.social


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