“Yet we rise, hurl ourselves against the image | of this world, wanting to pierce it, to comprehend” ~ Aleida Rodríquez, from “The Gravelly Path to the Woodpile”

“this was the way my self felt when it started
falling apart: each piece of it clipped
from a garden vaguely remembered
by somebody unrecognizable—” ~ Deidre O’Connor from “Translation”

Let’s all just watch this and sip tea because it’s all just too much at the moment:

spikes

                    

They are hostile nations

i

In view of the fading animals
the proliferation of sewers and fears
the sea clogging, the air
nearing extinction

we should be kind, we should
take warning, we should forgive each other

Instead we are opposite, we
touch as though attacking,

the gifts we bring
even in good faith maybe
warp in our hands to
implements, to manoeuvres

ii

Put down the target of me
you guard inside your binoculars,
in turn I will surrender

this aerial photograph
(your vulnerable
sections marked in red)
I have found so useful

See, we are alone in
the dormant field, the snow
that cannot be eaten or captured

iii

Here there are no armies
here there is no money

It is cold and getting colder,

We need each others’
breathing, warmth, surviving
is the only war
we can afford, stay

walking with me, there is almost
time / if we can only
make it as far as

the (possibly) last summer

~ Margaret Atwood

                   

Music by The Tallest Man on Earth, “Kids on the Run”