old growth

Updated: May 20, 2020

great, another poem by jacob berg

portrait on 35mm by ariana mount, 2019

i caught my reflection by its eye. there are

few calls to report the unchanged, but

still water runs holy across

decades of weeks. it’s muddy

where things become numbers.

too easy to get keys when they’re

for sale. too hard when they’re

hidden. could cain him if

he’d abel you’d rather just

tend farm though, send the

bastard’s kid to college. make

machines that make machines.

remind em of analogue endtimes, how

our bodies become forests

in their atrophy, who’s

old growth in a revolution?

#poetry #togetherness #society

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