Wilderness

Wilderness

We are in a hidden place.
All nitre, moss and seepage.
Trying to remember what
We should have kept
When all else was gone.
Magpie hungers.
I have been thinking, she says
About how our hungers bind us.
We have only a little left
Of all the Halloween candy
We’ve been carrying.
It’s easy to eat too many
All at once.
The craving for salt
Is much stronger now
After so many days.
The thought of cigarettes
Twists our tongues.
There are more pressing hungers.
But the walls are closing
In on us, about to implode
like an old TV on an ash heap.
We are now in the seventh day.
I can think of no alternatives.
Any more talk would bury us.
Outside the tundra heaves
and flashes like broken glass.
The air blinds our eyes.

-T.C.Buell

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