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Mar 2018
I heard about a Chinese space station
that will crawl back to us
like a prodigal son,
bowing down to the earth
like an apprentice.
when will We crawl back
into the crust and sediment,
the bones of our bones,
and live in the empty ribs of a globe
that forgave us for the mess
we made in the kitchen?
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       Joseph Koch, Moosh, ---, Shanath, Jobira and 15 others
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