Tunguska

Tunguska

A Poem by Alistair (Ali)

Might as well
go one more round,

it wont be long
before they find
our deck of
haggard rafters,

all laid out
like body-bags
and facing in
the same direction.

Work it through
in pencil, in the margins
of a notepad.

They'll see
in tree rings, 
years from now,
us , squeezed into
the sixth extinction,
fungal-spore
anomalies 
in ice-core.



So, we
might as well
go one more round

got little left
to lose,

Come sand me down
those dancing shoes
again.

© 2019 Alistair (Ali)


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Added on March 29, 2019
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Alistair (Ali)
Alistair (Ali)

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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