Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

Like the bourgeois writer, contemplating
the hottest spell in fifty million years
while he burns his toast and eats it too

The fossils of the future worry him:
the sun will shine differently then

the stars will give off universal truths
at last without us         without
lugubrious sounds of strangling aquifers

just a mob of gods
chasing a broken owl

— Joseph Harrington

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