We shall not last

even if a tremble of portents are
assuaged by the dark children of future decades

even if we dodge probability with some nimble
mathematics barely apprehended

     even if our final balance of dawdling
     fills no more than a thimble

even if we are forgiven

     I say: if combatant claims divide our attempts
     to hold close the atomic pile of our genetics

     if our last days are made shorter by a
     hunger refined through a tense trigger finger

if these thin words are our only ranked bulwarks
against calamity 

if only poets write

This form is called a wry­neck, and was cre­ated by poet R.A. Villanueva. I’m still not very good with it, prob­a­bly mostly be­cause I don’t like leav­ing things open ended. I was think­ing about how writ­ing can seem ex­is­ten­tially fu­tile, but also how writ­ing (or any cre­ative en­deavor) is an act of de­fi­ance in the face of ex­is­ten­tial fu­til­ity. Being stub­born is what keeps us ex­tant.

The in­dent­ing sep­a­rates sec­tions of sim­i­lar theme. Here, in par­tic­u­lar, the in­dented sec­tions are de­struc­tive and the reg­u­lar sec­tions are (ar­guably) cre­ative in theme.

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