dr_con Posted April 21, 2011 Share Posted April 21, 2011 (edited) Wood Chipper North Berkeley’s quiet feral suburban birdsong shattered by the half wild metal beast attended by safely dressed men on this privileged street Between sanguine Beech Pine Oak and others I watch dead leaves crunching beneath my feet A Tree once stately made inconvenient is eaten A soup of proud branches then a meal of trunk followed by a tuberous dessert of naked roots A glutted time machine makes duff in minutes Everyone I know has the nuclear flu- We taste it feel it in joints smelling radiation in the rain water The inverse of this chipper slow silent and serious DNA disrupted inspiring bizarre mutations unique forms cutting life short reducing biology to physics Not machine teeth engaged in crunching foliage I heard of a man volunteering to march to ground zero in some American desert to see first hand what gods may do He’s asked why he is still alive after long years At 83 having seen friends pass from atomic pathology He says It was the time of his life a young fallen farm boy getting a chance to glimpse the afterbirth of the first womb My woody mossy companions are budding in pink green and definitely nut standing stoic and certain just watching our shared origin not then or when but with certainty now. Edited April 21, 2011 by dr_con Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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