1979

The pilot said to the sudden tree,
And annihilation: no, stop.
He’d thought of
Fluorescent light.
A consummation at a desk;
A continuance of one.
Breathe. The future is never here.
The still tree must haste to kill.
No. Stop.

1979

mark drago

Bronx, NY, United States

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