LIVING IN THE ANTHROPOCENE - POEM

LIVING IN THE ANTHROPOCENE

     is akin

TO WATCHING

                                                            your ancient

BELOVED

                                                            uncle

SLOWLY

      methodically

PLOT

                                                            his own

DEATH  

                                                            and carry out

THE ACT

                                                            tying the hangman’s

NOOSE

                                                            scaling the stepladder

KICKING IT AWAY

                                                            and swinging

DEAD

                                     (sculpture by glenn morris)