BASIC

BASIC

After the
nuclear apocalypse

it became clear
art and poetry
had mutated horribly
dissolved into
a chaos of
monstrous shapes

which was, I
must say, well
and good

since we had
the singular misfortune
to mutate
horribly toll

all just a
matter of
basic physics. basic
aesthetics

the end of something
never
      central to our species
never part
of our schedule, our trajectory

determination
to rise to the summit
of creation, become
that image
most dear