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Gathering in the Anthropocene
by Jed Myers
From Canary Spring 2018
Jed lives in Seattle’s Cedar River-Lake Washington watershed on a hill shaded with evergreens close to the Salish Sea. Evening mists often fill the nearby creek ravine and obscure the crows’ congress in the overhead branches.
Tidelines rise and press inland.
Hot seas widen the Ganges’ mouths.
The Bay of Bengal fills Bangladesh.
We are about to have guests.
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The desert spreads, soil turned sand.
No roots—no water’s nest.
The Sahara’s white ocean floods the Sahel.
Tonight, expect our house full.
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The Crescent wars torch the land.
Wild and tended plants burn to hell.
Hunger will have a great feast on who’s left.
We have more rice on the shelf.
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Fences flatten to human deluge.
Razor wire breakwaters breached.
A locked gate is a mute curse.
Let’s light candles for visitors.
© Jed Myers