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A forest .
A dammed forest .
A concrete forest .
All that enters shall decay .
All shall slowly lose purpose and succomb to the inevitable decay .
Decaying flesh .
Withering bones .
Only dust remains .
Wind takes the dust away . A forest .
A dammed forest .
A concrete forest .
All that enter shall decay .
And no longer remain .
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What is this concrete,
such gravel, steel, that rebar
against the dead stars?
Small plane overhead
and a worn van’s chittering
usher out the sun
Empty ice-cream pint
in this, I’ve cultivated
exactly one ant.
Atop dinosaurs
we prance; who can say what, shall
caper over us?
Just gone to purple
the upper sky through my blinds
pale blue over West.
I begin putting