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Writer's pictureGabrielle Tola

and the earth split open



cracking, erupting from beneath

the cement lining calle ocho

vivaciously rising from the cracks

in the street pavements:


seeds


blossoming from weeds

from the once fertile soil

hunter gatherers would

feed families from

when the swamps

were sanctuary

and modernity

had not yet created borders

indigenous people

never dreamt of


you thought the end of the world

(as you know it)

came with thunder

tsunamis

pestilence

bodies eating

themselves down to

muscle mass in

starvation


the revolution

earth’s magnum opus


the end of the world

as you know it

begins with restoration

reclamation of the

land

it looks like paradise

it looks like rebirth

and new beginnings

it must ache

when you are so blinded


all we’ll see flying is

cranes in the sky

devoid of those

metal clouds.

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