I throw out bones and shards of glass,
\ncrushed paper and shelled nuts,
\njournals of birth and death,
\npixilated pictures,
\nscarred eyes.
\nRemnants of technology,
\nsome in the coffins of their boxes,
\nmisunderstood, misused,
\nmagic to my 12th century intelligence,
\ngarbage that originated in the tropics.
\nAluminum cans that sucked up
\nthe energy of a sun to make.<\/p>\n
DNA shaken from my hands
\nand feet and hair,
\nleaving something called me behind,
\nand the first animal that ever said a prayer,
\nunheard and wasted.
\nBirds that lent their wings to BAR-B-Q,
\nnever having felt the air or flown.
\nRoses perishing in coffee grounds,
\ncoffee itself leached of caffeine
\nwhich made a poem,
\nwrote a letter of farewell,
\nand called friends on the phone.<\/p>\n
What would someday be discovered
\nin this pile of fragments,
\nwasted garlands,
\nthe unpaid bill they send
\nto the world?
\nLife, as full as a city
\nof evaporating light,
\nstars crushed in salt,
\npoured on plates,
\nshowing the explorer,
\na place that once held songs,
\ncovering rocks with tide
\nand dreams becoming the sound
\nof lost, unheard voices.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I throw out bones and shards of glass, crushed paper and shelled nuts, journals of birth and death, pixilated pictures, scarred eyes. Remnants of technology,…<\/p>\n