Pointless Channel: Ten Poems
To canyon crevasse and sun
wheel spun under a million
visible stars unsuspecting
voyagers are called
to disintegrate and report back.
One used a pocket knife
to saw where his arm was crushed
beneath a boulder—descended delirious
a glacier to camp where
his belongings had already been burned.
Saved he said gradually everything
splinters.
from "Little Disintegration"
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