the wells of the poisoned earth

crack, there is none
in that boundary;
it walls off the warm
it leaves one cold
like a slice of life
a biopsy in a slide –
la vie is a vivisection
studied in the white
a lesson in what kept,
kept a heart drumming

there’s an angel in the breach
keeping watch that we drink
from the wells of the poisoned earth
drinking in destruction, ’til planted,
we sprout green on the other side

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