Greed
       

Even the fox of legend knows
that inside immortal
is
        more

Extinction is a fox skin
that rots in the ravine behind the house

whose foundation
is eroding

Will you be spared? Will I?

What shall we mourn?

            a river

            a flower

            a tongue on the spiral galaxy of the body

            a peach

Add to that, the pain each of us has not
acknowledged

Were we less churlish and afraid
perhaps we might

investigate how long it takes to imagine

earth without us

How long to sever
the link

between relish and ravish

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