We have proven this piece
farce
harsh words haste-lettered
bettered by nonce
since then
our thesis mimes sepsis
medical as a metaphor
spined to the point of a finger
left out in the cold
frost light! first bite weakens
fifth pleases
billionth bacterializes, prizing
and reprising until
the end of this poem's
watch
the twelve that swells
with died, gone as midnight
broadening the early oughts
after the moon becomes
a whisper from a sparrow
whose voice was lost
when egg verses broke
into autodidactic
extinction song