Monday, November 20, 2017

Conscious Planet (Day 306)


raw and ugly   sawed blankly through 
the black green hillside of tumbledown 
trees presaging landslides to come   
slipping and slumming down on every 
gambler who packs his ivory-colored heart 
on the back of a public flirtation or 
a private-jet barter for a smallish blue planet 
careening through emptiness without 
a driver   its liquid center sloshing and 
splashing like a fringe-festival flask in 
the governor’s pocket   tender and aquatic   
fragile and pliant   she will rise to her full 
height one day and exact her molten revenge



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Jim D Griggs, US Geological Survey