A banana in the end
and global bacon fat in the beginning.
Ship grease feeds engine rooms
before the steam
eats trees.
Uncontacted lies
are the god's honest peel.
Inwardly, home bodies
assign their regrets
to the people they'll never smell.
I wanted to make it
but instead I imagined you
and sent my apologies
by the fastest post in the west.
It's nineteen, between eighty
and a thousand years,
a number identity that parades as an age sage
well-developed and aesthetically pleased
to see that this land
has become our land
and manifest flags
bear their destinies
with the dignity of a rotted, stolen potassium source.
Roman Ryan 