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Some Words Cannot Be Reclaimed

April 26, 2012

When there was nature there was no
natural. Or unnatural: no
malls, no buses or subways, no
kings, no doctors, no
ranchers or breeders, no
rallying of pep, no energy or lack
thereof, no sonic boom, no
wishes, no
bras. Jolly too was
invented, in a café once,
in the pall of some natural passing.

All was
less
then:
we lived, bred, ate
the red fruit, hugged
the blue night and
sank
(too soon, as still)
into the same black
dirt
from which we
emerged.

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