Literature
Ghost Country
As I fall into the future
An unease, as if happening to someone else
My parallel, my doppelganger, misty dream
A ghost traveler channeling me
Parasitic co-option
The world is changing, metastasizing
A liquid, a solid, a gas and back
Tiny black bugs scramble on the surface
Scrapping and digging and burning
Everything-must-go apocalyptic fire sale
The other self asks why
To speak is to lie
How does dominion over all things work?
Do we actually hear what we say?
In the ghost country, can we write poetry?
The Neanderthals were bested
Dumb animals of every stripe rubbed out
Civilizations rose and fell in tidal fashion
Comedy or Tragedy... Call