Veni Vidi Vici

In  by September 1, 2023
When we rose from the stasis of our species’ sleep,
She was our terror: nighttime noise, suspicious breeze.

When we wrangled the land into neat plots and squares, She was our burden: cold, ruin, hunger, disease.
When we harnessed her blood, black, and her bones, black too, She was our spoils: oil rigs, smokestacks, slick factories. Now, we bore of survival and set fires for sport, Orphaning ourselves, swallowing the rising seas.

Copyright © 2023 Patrick Johnson

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Patrick Johnson

Patrick Johnson is an emerging, Queer poet from Queens, New York. He is a public school science teacher and labor union advocate. His poetry draws from many themes, often inspired by human history, loss, and family. He facilitates a biweekly poetry workshop, and enjoys supporting other poets in their artistic journeys.

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