Bob Hoeppner
Things That Sound True The earth licks the salt on the rims of its beaches. The earth bows its glaciers in an arc over the found penny of a pod of whales. The earth toddles around the sun, trips, bashes its mouth on a coffee table on which lie three different books, blood everywhere. The earth cries for help from the dwindling trumpets of elephants. The earth cries whitely from the udders of cows fed God knows what. The earth eats children, egests adults all over. The earth paddles out to camps of bonobos grooming each other, then surfs on screams in the marketplace.
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