Second Law

Second Law

The mass of this urchin succulent
Turgid enough to drag my frame
Across the desert landscape
Of a gateless gate,
A fateless fate,
on a dateless date.

Gnarled permutations etched
As a singular personality
Through the grooves,
emitting a high pitched
shriek, unquieting
The rustling of wings abovehead.

Looking into a dog’s sad eyes
Feeling the weight of the animal
tendency to run away
Chaining close to heart, or
exerting human power, or
using food to force love.

In this fiercely spinning disc
No time to tear up over
conservation of matter,
just manically ingest
one brutal fruit
after another.


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