by Mark Bibbins, Editor
The world has become a mewling baby
— Lisa Robertson
Bloody world, greedy little marketplace,
How you have flooded
Our minds with the bodies of women,
So many they are clogging the feeds.
The sea churns up its warrior dead too,
Says, enough, enough,
Spits out your plastics, your
Your replicas, your portion
Control. Where will your Beethovens
Thrive in this new Century? How
Will you hear them with your ear
While we were busy
Following someone’s dead
Link, the world has transformed.
I used to fear the empty
Its dead arteries
And veins that close
In upon themselves,
Now I log on
And see strangers
Planting their aspirations,
Sweet and leafy
For me to read.
Sina Queyras lives in Montreal.
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