Palettal Prose: Kali Burns A Way

Orange red fire light

head ablaze over water

She ignites the bridge

that connects us till we

too burn like dying cities

or sizzling wires—No

where else to toss

the plastic and plutonium

but where we stand now

Oh Kali shooting star—

destroyer and mother

of what rises from ash

Burn Kali

Burn what is dead

Burn Burn through

the night—

-Claire Blotter

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