Defeated
Defeated A body wants to be sea and choose shades of turquoise, of tempest, of calm. A body wants to be tree, have branches inhabited, roots feed off the ground, and decide modes of density, leaf shapes, ways to burn. How to explain this era of polluted seas spitting dust, smoke, ashes a peck of salt. How to explain acres of burned stumps, droughts, the collapse of a drifting horizon.