Have you ever stood in the belly of a beast,
a dead behemoth, its bones stretching up
into the void, like it’s trying to close its
jaws around a white hot star?
Have you ever made your path an autopsy?
Its screens dead, its guts leaking
sparking dripping across steel floors?
I have.
There’s nothing you can say to me anymore.
I’ve seen it all. In another time, they would
have burnt me at the stake.
- OPAL NEILA LARSEN, Frontier poet