I know I am too much
like you. That is why you cannot love me.
We go extinct from each other, this planet
of many planets, species
fade off-grid each day—
To watch the breakdown
of cells attack each other—
caffeinated hive—implosion shakes
the tree, then bursts it to light-ashes.
They’ll send a man in a hat, a pocket
that shines to tell you. Or they won’t.
His teeth will be wet when you learn what
you already knew:
stop looking for feathers.
Don’t you remember you dreamt they would
empty every sky, then fill them
with birds that look real.
Don’t you remember
some would call this beauty, claim
not to know the difference.