While the Mass Extinctions
went on there were
plenty of places
you would have thought
for all
the dark was dislocated
and room after room
abyss under abyss
(dry for once)
ran away entirely away ran
with the speed light once had
until there was no night either
no hands you might say
could hold up in it
the pulse dispersed
through the fingertips
will be turned back
and buried close to the bone
with its alternate mother
the wind’s noise of soothing
and emptying no