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Poem: Death Brings Scientific Things; Or, Newton’s Cradle

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I can live without it like a flower

lives without pollen—no bees

around anymore, plunging sharp! into my

canvas into my yellow pounding

whys into my skull

I can live without it, I can

live without it like legless

limbless lechers live without arms

thumbs, torso leaning lunging across

ballrooms, bouncing, bare

I can live without it,

will not fill me, except in that sense
Shaggy hair on dark breast calling

out while a single woodpecker taps

Newton’s cradle into motion

which turns to ash without it

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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