Poem: Extinct

Extinct

Words: Peycho Kanev
Image: Christine Stoddard
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I burn
From the light of the moon

I burn
In this soothing darkness

I burn
While watching the green shirt

Hanging on the wire
In the green garden
Behind the green studio

I burn
In my solitude
Of loneliness
And because of it

I burn
Just looking at the
Glass of milk

I burn
Like the cigarette
In my hand

I burn
Like the first
Venereal disease

I burn
Like the first torch
In the tomb of the
Last pharaoh

I burn
From all the bullets
Bombs WoMDs

I burn
In this darkness
Of greed

I burn
Like Adam

I burn
like God

I burn
While I wonder

Why I wrote “I”
Instead of “we”? 

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