33. Poetry by Carla Stein
Brocken Specters
metal birds skril
pre-recorded melodies
the day turns
eyes awake to
YInMn blue horizons
five-toed feet
press terraformed soil
a cold star watches
low clouds hang above
machine-groomed hills
solarized leaves
pump oxygen in
predictable doses
ecomodernist reflections
mirror plutocratic souls