Leonard Gontarek: War on the Natural World

Miss America calls to tell me

to look closely at the trees,

the cocoons like balls of cotton

sunk in the leaves.

The people of the town

wearing nets over their faces.

Think of them at night,

ghosts with human bodies.

Miss America tells me

the first poet has been arrested

under the new leader

for speeding.

The new leader conducts

bomb tests in his bathtub.

Miss America tells me these things.

Her voice on the phone

breaking up like a flock of birds

and reforming.

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