Death by Natural Causes

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Abstract

atory carriers flock towards “must-see” spots between perspiratory exhales hallucinating on crystalized pasts packaged as the future by oh-so-grand parents that yesterday would be the same today, again tomorrow</p><p id="6bcd">Ripe for the taking like the same fruit elders once chewed — choosing not to mention they never spit out any seeds.</p><p id="1ab0">They gawk at land the water chiseled out in glacial pace of youth consuming, littering & loitering, eroding the granddaughter of Pangaea Yanking at her limbs till they split at river-seams. Strip-mined & returned to sender: morsel by ungrateful morsel to a warming watery grave — the aging Poseidon.</p><p id="0f4a">Felling the family tree quicker than natural causes ever could</p><p id="8c5d">Ca

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An eco-tourism poem

Commerce as Seen from the Ripples (photo by the author, June 2020)

Down the street from the RadioShack by the stretches of the unmasked and the same copycat blueprint pasted down the whole block

Across from a tourist scam disguised as a burger joint, the blizzard-veined Superior stashes secrets in the Earth leaving tree-rings of hell: high water.

Three seasons spent under two stories of shredded cloudcover, yet when the lake catches its breath the lone summer swelts and migratory carriers flock towards “must-see” spots between perspiratory exhales hallucinating on crystalized pasts packaged as the future by oh-so-grand parents that yesterday would be the same today, again tomorrow

Ripe for the taking like the same fruit elders once chewed — choosing not to mention they never spit out any seeds.

They gawk at land the water chiseled out in glacial pace of youth consuming, littering & loitering, eroding the granddaughter of Pangaea Yanking at her limbs till they split at river-seams. Strip-mined & returned to sender: morsel by ungrateful morsel to a warming watery grave — the aging Poseidon.

Felling the family tree quicker than natural causes ever could

Cascade abandon to the worthless logs Mill the survivors into bartops

— A.D.

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