earth day poem

god said secrets are stupid and then he created earth he flushed one for number one two for two he made a buzzard machine he folded the sea together he unfolded it gave us architecture, word, made us wait for what he created lies he hallowed his own name when you think about it he volleys us on jesses and we are paper squares we breathe up eat earth but come back, we do, to his leather hands he said so so we try to say so the wind picks up water oaks our grandparents die we wonder if everything’s already been said if ideas are exercises the way of the worm is the way of god the earth is an interface we likes not knowing we dislikes not knowing we itches in ditches foretold us


*Forthcoming in Raft 2

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