carbon admissions

do you see,
catapults, loaded,
needed to cradle the missing
among the rubble of erosion
to make room for:
mountain crumble,
wider river bank,
oceanic encroachment
over our elder's cartography
once honed in stone?

do you see it?
is it time
to shoot the moon
with dreams?
has it come to this already?
to what will the wolf croon
for his sheepish sins?
has it come to this already?

can't you see:
capulets, montagues,
we needed them to prune off spring
shorten the reach of generations
to empty rooms for
humbled kings
crowning heartache
like the freezing of lakes
leaking boudaries
of once royal blues?

do you see it?
is it time to shoot the moon
or scream?
has it come to this already?
to whom do we look at noon
when salvation missed us this mornin'?
has it come to this already?




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