Rogue Poem: "New Pripyat, Ontario"
New Pripyat, Ontario
It takes an ocean in any direction.
Understand our ancestors died
before they could devour us.
The cold is still. Beams
split the mile-wide mushroom cap
where antennas huddled / two days
in a Colorado low.
seizing with chickadees,
Monet’s vial seeps
snow-blind down creek;
as imports assimilate / quietly
retire at the ribbon-cut,
grass doughnuts ebb native
I peek the sidewalk antipodes
for North Korea / between cracks
whether they’re scratching