MASS
leaving before it
all gets sweaty
leaving
before it all goes
bottom up
as if
it were impossible
to get exactly this bad
as if things
could get worse
than extinction level
you mumble this in your
corporate-trained best
political voices
as if
for years, millennia in fact,
you haven’t been trying
your best
hitting the highway away
out of town, out
of this dimension
before
there is no
read to speak of
all of cosmic mind thanks
to our level of care
and consideration
rolled
up, and
squished into an agglutinative mass
poems 2 die for 