AGNOSTIC
Benjamin Landry
Oh harm
you care
you slouch
under cover of breath
shadow
finds its form
appended to leaf.
All of our days
will be like this:
the second generation
of monarch
following a euphoric
chemical trace
or the beetle
rowing from the well’s
one hidden shore
to the next.
I do not want to warm myself
at the fire the saint
has built of icicles.