poem from down under

that we could tear at the relentless gods who
put us here
who moil us in the carnage

that our time could be used other than
leaning toward a dying

that we had a minor chance
a maybe

that sensibility could overcome that bastard,

that like lovers we might need
and might be needed

that the generous miracle might work

that finally
words and words and words and words
might move toward

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