seventeen
This century devolves before the birth of Christ.
Tread the very ground buried under us.
We root and flower like belladonna.
The plates shift and clash and oceans erupt.
No man, not even God’s son, could save us.
Ice melts, waters rise, Earth’s great cities drown.
(20 October 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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