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After
After a mountain climb
a plateau, petrified trees
clinging into rock
gray branches
streaming rigor mortis
After an ocean crossed
deserted islands naked
sea bottom cluttered
with megatons
of whitening bone
After continents combed
petrified trees, white bones,
empty cities
crumbling brickwork
rust, shattered glass
Here’s another of those inscriptions
Zxong waving his pod
three eyes glinting through his vacuum suit
“Chicken Little Was Right”
© Johnmichael Simon
2010
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