Someone threw out a house
on this beach. The skeletons
of many species of rooms
can be identified by the size
of their remains. Someone
lived here and died hunting
shadows: first to thin the herd,
then to cull the weak;
then for sport, then
blood, then to recycle
man’s ruin; melted a car
into bullets, played rainmaker
with clouds seeded
by mercury, shot out
the belly of the world
through the navel. “Ego
death”. Casings lathed
and spent for a great
starvation of purpose.
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