“Don't forget love;
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to unfurl yourself across
the universe.”

- Mīrābāī

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POEM OF THE MONTH

ENCYCLOPEDIA by Molly Brodak

 

The dark tartan check
in Sir Walter Scott’s trousers—

 

if not for the tart basin peat
blanket-black in rot and needle-deep hagging,

 

and if not for the water flag
prominently veined mid-rib in sword shapes,

 

and if not for the corn crake
in chestnut and hayfield pinfeathers with meat-colored bill,

 

and if not for the raccoon dog
formed from chewy Ukranian toads,

and if not for the Eurasian lynxes, their hard charm,
seldom heard, walking for years unnoticed, until recognized in the stomach contents
of the Siberian Tiger,

and if not for the machairodontinae,
scimitar-toothed gape and bite strength deeply & boringly disputed,

and if not for flood-tall ice sheets eaten tiny by sun,
and an inch of tilt in the crust’s belt,

and a new pool on the Olorgesailie near where
two of the wordless group groom a symbol,

and a friendly flea field in tuft
of his great grandma’s fur,

and a worm addled in fungus
nipping a path to her code,

and a smudge of brain cells
dividing smaller

into harsher
eaters—

would be just plain hill-grey,
smoggy,
undifferentiated
by time.

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