Dikarya

January 25, 2024

In what universe

counting chances 

under grey skies 

like paper flowers.

 

I thought there might

be a chance

fragile, uncertain

opening into night sun. 

 

So many words

flowing hot as lava

pyroclastic, our disaster 

on the move 

one last entry 

in the book of longing. 

 

Other species

will come

weaving through earth

bodies to withstand heat.

 

Memory

encoded at the cellular

interface, fallen trees

spatial recognition.

 

Odd comfort

when we’ve evolved 

ourselves into extinction.

Bacteria and fungi

cleaning the mess, feeding

on death’s gory nutrients

building a new civilisation 

out of chitin.

 

Magdalena Ball

Magdalena Ball is an award-winning novelist, poet, reviewer and interviewer, and is Managing Editor of Compulsive Reader. She is the author of two novels and three poetry books, the most recent of which, High Wire Steps, was published in 2018 by Flying Island Books. Find out more about Magdalena at http://www.magdalenaball.com

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