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"Grateful to @theshorepoetry.bsky.social for taking in this apocalyptic poem. I’m in wonderful company: @kaseyryoen.bsky.social  @janezwart.bsky.social  @abbiekiefer.bsky.social   J P Dancing Bear and many more!

www.theshorepoetry.org/romana-iorga..."
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    "Romana Iorga
    
    Survival Instinct
    
    My words are blind moles, polydactylic. 
    They grab meaning like worms and paralyze it. 
    Their saliva is lethal, do not hold them 
    on your tongue. Avid dirt-tossers, they burrow 
    in and uproot your vegetables. Don’t be angry. 
    There’s still some fruit at the top of the tree. 
    Untouched, because all the birds have fallen 
    from the sky. On account of exhaustion 
    or of all the oxygen gone to feed the flames. 
    In their subterranean getaways, the moles 
    breathe carbon dioxide. They dig. They dig 
    farther and farther away from me. See me crouch 
    at the mouth of the burrow with a flashlight
    while behind me the sky is melting like glass."
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