Does dread hang in grey clouds
wisps, spires, vortices dominate
tomorrow’s sky or even one
about to be any moment?
And how about yesterday?
Does unexploded ordnance
litter swamps and forest duff
that cast up such a vivid sky?
Has a future detonation
ever torn like one that blew
when you became the jungle,
made of landmines toys?
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