a sawdust-clotted web
an earwig’s fractured corpse
one sawzall a halftone below the other
explains what cannot be explained
the idea that humans are gods
witness this wheelchair pope
colonizer, predator
peel back his whited robe
shrive him, skin alive him
let gall pollute the cracked soil
boiled from the blood of commoners
they creep up behind you
nodding stickseed, six-legged prey
species begin to be missed
spinners spin again
until some time afterward
you don’t see the last of something
on we cower to nowhere
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