shot gun wedding,
drive by baby shower,
close range baptism
burn down the forest,
the church and the steeple
the baby’s gender is Destruction,
Death, and
Primordial Chaos
we are unlocking the worlds they shut away,
beyond the talons of textbook definitions,
things they swore could never exist
or that they swore to destroy
but these things fill the potholes and cracked cement
of our bodymindsouls,
the ones they claimed were pre-existing
and unfillable/unfixable/“who’s going to pay for that!?”
we are toppling immovable fortresses
limb by limb,
peeling off skin and tearing through tendon
to reveal the brittle forgeries of bone
we are de-manufacturing wilderness,
not just free reign for the trees
or even all the life they hold,
but regrowth for the village of Ahwahnee,
birds pecking out the eyes of campers at Yosemite
what remains will be fed back into the ecosystem,
into the bellies of bears and mountain lions,
swallowed by insects and earth
until it’s decayed enough to fertilize the soil
and grow food,
medicine,
life
a rebirth, a nurturing death
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