Pod Poem by Saul McCandless
Pod
As childhood prison, collecting colours
Scarlet walls, scripts of myth and legend
This is home, or someone
Like the river, upon shed bones
Nominal Dad, Mega-sonic negativity
Napalm breath, so obvious
Eager judgement, pale decline
Ill figures, like a pencil death
Creation, mistaken, under sham of hope
End of alure, or just what?
Creeping wedge, not named
She is nature, beyond any and all questions.
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