ENTROPY GARDEN
by Matthew Smart
We talk about progress
but the only thing we've learned
is how to build better sandbags.
Lounge a while. Abandon the fight
with me, amongst the vines.
Dirt multiplies, like everything not dead.
There are sparks flicking all around us:
radio waves, wifi networks, light.
Neutrons birthed in distant novae.
All the crosswise flame lines
on your old VHS tapes
slide upwards like flattened angels.
You are nothing but heat
that hasn't yet bled away.
I am nothing but heat, chilled tonight.
And that river will always flood.
We'll cry and scamper and dodge, then
rush to reclaim our bogged futures.
But tonight let the TV stutter its snow
into the distant dark. Maybe someone
will see it blink, and wonder.
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