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410 PPM

in Breaking/Environment by

We exhale, wring out
the last exudate, frack

whatever can be split
and leave, slagpits gaping,

billions of mouths
release a vortex of bags

and O-rings, toothbrushes
and bottles clotting

the ocean in a vivid
phlegm, coral bleaching,

glaciers gassed to scree.
The walk to the well

stretches longer,
children setting out

before dawn, no
telling whether

they will grow up
before the blue planet

browns into a spinning
ruin, mute testimony

to a species hell-bent
on convenience.

 


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Devon Balwit is a poet and educator from Portland, Oregon. Her work has appeared in Oyez, The Cincinnati Review, Red Paint Hill, The Ekphrastic Review, Trailhead Magazine VCFA, The Prick of the Spindle, and Permafrost.

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