beware her brittle blacklite babies
incubators, violet wards
cold as coal and bleeding sepia
a bracing chill of electric air
the seed banks of our generation
slip and sag in desolate night
clipped in growth and snubbed at root
the wither of all youthful flowers
petals bleached, synthetic light
her arm is soft and spilling milk
trickling through the factory grate
the pulse that rolls along its phylum
a soliton of ancient life
drifting back to tiller’s land
the singing reeds, the crumbling earth
a past before the data streams
the office drone
the dying birth
