100, 1000, 10000, more
lives
obliterated
the zucchini plant
grows
lizard like
wind blows
the soft murmur
of
death
late summer
strawberries,
small
&
deformed
still
taste good
100000, 1000000, 10000000, more
lives
in shadow
ripe brown figs
high
up
have
been pecked out
by birds
bits of flesh
& torn skin
rim
an open wound
it aches.
Published in Blackmail Press 30, Bipolarisation Issue, July 2011.
