Friday, January 13, 2012

Science fiction.

J. James Audubon - 'Crane' (French American 1832)

Perhaps we were alive when everything happened--
But maybe not.

This dust that settles on all we live to see,
May in fact be the expulsion of another world--

The venom of their snakes, the wind sweet with cold
And coyotes howling.

Rub your fingers together once they've run through it all.
It is a kind of novel

--cursed with a future.

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