Writ large, death heats
Life up—not just
In the fuel sense,
In the full sense
Of new lives, change,
New kinds of lives.
Death clears the ground,
And what is waste
But a blank space
For some new shapes?
What is waste will
One day be woods
Of lives you can’t
See and won’t live
To see. What’s waste?
What you won’t be.
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Blurred Brood X
