Soon, Darling

There’s a leak in my monstrous island,

the fossils falling out the bottom into a superlative sea.

I cannot patch it with barbed wire and fire,

that’s all I have.

I am an extremist.

I am the mountain.

I am the valley.

I am the lava that flows like a spring to the sea.

Soon, Darling, we will sink to the bottom,

forever cold and flat.