Uncovering. A poem by Jesse Pikul

apocalypse means “to uncover”, derived
from dead languages, never buried,
translucent with etymological pain.

spring means it all rises, scabbed grey with mud,
the empty rib-cage of a scavenged raccoon,
ice and rot in days lengthened inexorably.

the uncovering leaves us ghosts, stripped
of all that animated illusions of solidity,
of cardiac muscle being more than meat.

remnant, soft and sick. underbelly torn, bare
ribs fanned against a flawless blue sky,
uncovered in all the ways a world can end.

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