Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.

pectin

this is how human civilization rebuilds itself

first the tin foods all run out:
the black beans, the fancy feasts
the alphagettis that come shaped like
long-forgotten super heroes,
all of it runs out.

in the north, they have their beets
and in the south, their lemon peels

and it is only with both
in symbiosis
that we find ourselves preserved

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