"the foliage starts on fire inside the oven.
The worlds last redwood forest appears there,
singing songs from the perspective of prized trees,
blood spewing out of their broken branches,
bird nests screaming, biohazardous wings."
The worlds last redwood forest appears there,
singing songs from the perspective of prized trees,
blood spewing out of their broken branches,
bird nests screaming, biohazardous wings."
in the poem "PLEASE RESPOND" by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain, in the new July issue of Ghost City Review
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