adult teeth for a burning planet

there will be no
need for the
shimmering
of black moths in
the bush behind the
silverleaf nightshade

a weed by all means
is a weed by all degrees

after there is
no course correcting
no tide assuming
no juggernaut
looming over verdant
treachery
no giants wandering
no bones left for breaking

no pecan grove
burning
no smell of trash
in the streets
no city left
floating