Seeds of Disintegration
written by: Lori Marchesin
From here, where they sit,
distance does not exist — a silver seed
falls through a cathedral of clouds,
reaches the forest where ring after ring it grows,
gets fat and then eats itself, crumbles
inside toward its heart
which slowly fractures under the wedge
of insects, rain, insults, daily decay
till nothing remains and where the seed-tree sank
and rooted there’s but a path of chips as big as fingers
whose grain is still visible in the copper light
of their hands lit by the brazen coals
as they turn a dismembered chicken on the grill
ready to eat each other with a swarm of words
that ravage more than mosquitoes.
Lori Marchesin
Lori Marchesin (pen name abroad: Paula Grenside) has been writing stories and poems for a long time. She usually composes her poems in English and then translates them into Italian too. Her poems are present in online magazines and anthologies.
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