26 March 2023
original poem in large font, tilted, floating over a background image
walk my walk
death on the feet of virtuous ones who feel ineluctable crescendos
the death you deal with your bulldozers your saws your fire your personal necessity
and re
re!
re!!
so called
regeneration
once your infant feet in soft shoes shuffled snuffling
once was multi moss now fungibly
paddling sticks in the watery eye of our future