Land Of The Extremophiles

Land Of The Extremophiles short poem

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Every night an invasion to test the faith of the hardiest
when you are used to austere bounty
carbon dioxide in its capricious plumes
scouring dry bedsheets while predator mites
squabble over their beloved altar bread
fallen from the shanks of titans the night before in loaves
what benefit can come from a water-rich carcass
carrying the stink of vertebrate life, its counter-intuitive
passions, excretions – though its exhalations
coughed out in gouts of passion or obstructive apnea
are not unsavory but delivered from such a titanic host
overwhelming. considering the vastness, the multi-part
construction and motion beyond the intellect
of the longest living anaerobe or xerophile to grasp
it is all too much and so they turn their blessedly limited
senses to the spare terrain and ample gasses which give enough
are warned from each generation to the next
to be thankful for life, be cautious of worshipping immensity
which, while intriguing, will still crush a creature
often without warning and without reason

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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