"Some day you will die and
Somehow something's gonna steal your carbon"
-from, Parting of the Sensory
we pour
into this world
treacle of molecules
we mold, & form
though years, ahead
shapeless, massless, still
urge we not settle
not yet
we pour
into each other --
my angry curve submits
her soft tissue
borne
this warp and weft
of our malignant parts
we pour
across tarmac
into buildings
feet, dragging
heads - it is the walk
that slants us, this slow
pull
to ground
pray
when we pour
into earth
we are worth
our weight in corpses
Comments
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i haven't listened to the song- if that's what it is, but the quote is good, and the poem is indescribably correct.
-Abby
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to assist the lost reader: listen to the song and think about the lifespan.
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