when we kiss, and our tears meet
we are standing ankle-deep
in salty, warm seas
of electricity
we are not dead, we are dead
minus the years we are not dead
which is now
we are alive
we are on a planet unknown to everyone
but ourselves, we do not even know
what is underground, we do not
even understand flu
we are asleep with crying children
in the room next door
in our dreams
we are them
we eat history with bombs
we pulverize the walls
of shrines, we shine,
we shine
we are stuck in the loop
we are slaves, we find ourselves
with guns, shooting
one another
we are in the open cast mine
of the Anthropocene Epoch
livid at ourselves, loving our
iPhones
when we call, our voices
dissolve, across the water,
in Vietnam, a giant soft-shell turtle
is dead