OUR PLANETARY YARDSALE

the world’s multiple artifacts all go asunder
              rivers flood or drain      all weather dissipates
              as mud dries      cracks and crumbles      lands disintegrate
to sand and we subsist      in a penumbra

the world is tilting miles a year and so we gravitate
              live slantwise as we tumble upside down and slam
              as sure as continents will clash like dishpans
even stars      their half-life      half again      evaporate

incomprehensible      the black hole then inhales
              to splay us all in multiple dimensions      a fate
              we’d flee from      having to locate
amid the wreckage of our planetary yard sale
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closing time folks      it’s late      everything’s sold
and sunset floods those tailings ponds with gold

Photo by LCF