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erasure poem: What if you could make this nature new/ overflowing with movement and the unknown

Return your charade of a citadel back
to the abundant soil, the loan from loam

now long overdue and incurring fines.
Rewild your infrastructure, your houses,

both parliament and domestic. Break bricks
down into constituent concepts and allow

new buds to bloom where walls once crouched.
Your bone marrow and personality quirks could

become fertile compost for the new world.
These words, shredded, are rich in carbon.

Erasure poem taken from Crack Magazine, February 2023. This one really just developed from the erasure.

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