poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

DEVOLUTION (revised as a pantoum)
tanamac

EAT THE OLD
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In perpetual starts the world is present
 2
Our future is a mirrored wall
 3
Worn smooth by fairy tale betrayals
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In perpetual starts the world is present
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Some held the cockroach would inherit the earth
 6
Worn smooth by fairy tale betrayals
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But they weren’t the meek; just creepy
 8
 
 
Some held the cockroach would inherit the earth
 9
With no human refuse to sustain them
 10
It turned out they weren’t meek, just creepy;
 11
It was the humble earth worm that thrived
 12
 
 
With no human refuse to sustain them
 13
In the fetid warm darkness of our polluted planet
 14
It was the humble earth worm that thrived
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Becoming its dominant meat-eater
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In fetid warm darkness of our polluted planet
 17
They grew exponentially over millennia
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To become its dominant predator
 19
Transforming earth into a Garden of Eden  
 20
 
 
As they grew exponentially over millennia
 21
Post human-mammals attained equilibrium
 22
Transforming the earth into a Garden of Eden  
 23
We sacrifice our elderly up to the Worm-god
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Post human-mammals attained equilibrium
 25
Without traction we can’t outgrow ourselves
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We sacrifice the elderly up to the Worm-gods
 27
They are our most precious resource
 28
 
 
 
 
Without traction we cannot outgrow ourselves
 29
Our future is a mirrored wall
 30
They are our most precious resource
 31
EAT THE OLD
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