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“If it is the last thing I do…”

Vandal Poem of the Day: February 16, 2022

by Sumita Chakraborty

If it is the last thing I do, I’ll command you to be amazed. Seas rolling

onto the shore, dried to salt. The dust of growing gorges. The eclipse.

Fields of pines—no, full coasts—caught flame. Nebulae, dead,

their starred knots unknotted, dispersed and flayed into the dark. Blurs

of mackerel skies, horse-shaped clouds. The courses

set into motion by each loss of life. The persistence of gravity.

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