missing heads and shrivelled petals
orotund with seed

corn-fed on extra syllables
trapped between the teeth

nearly reptilian our rictus
of gratitude for another sun

let us trust the rust within us
to paint our noble ruins red

as knotweed blossoms into lace
and devil’s-tail brandishes blue fruit

immune to anything that ravishes
without or within

they spread like miracules
their missionary impositions

as we lower our last dreams
into the earth

we who were never beautiful
but were sensitive to beauty

our lanterns in the dark
so sleek and next-generation

are monitoring our every flicker
for signs of life

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