For Tanya

Let’s blow up the fucking Universe
Sister Poet!
Armageddon out of here
and I want you to come.
The little man-god is dead,
leave him with the rubble for a headstone.

We’ll stride out into some new stars,
fertilise a another galaxy
with our potent elixir,
bloom our way across a dark canvas
as blossoms of light strike from our heels
like bonfires
and whole worlds birth
from our roaring mouths.

Author Notes

For Tanya, mother of Henry, sister Poet who roars and rails!!

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