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Runcible Spoon

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Chris Johnson

Microscope

 

It showed us a world

we'd never seen before

 

eroding our tranquility

on a single slide. A hair

 

became a noose

strangling the planet

 

a droplet of saliva

climate change we'd

 

all eventually drown in,

a speck of dust

 

the final meteor

shattering the crust

 

of our smug dispositions.

Frogspawn clouded

 

the lens,the black aftermath

of nuclear radiation;

 

when we tried to observe

God he or she or it was

 

either non-existent or

unwilling to be magnified.