What happens

when you peel away the celophane

from your

airtravelled roses and smell

nothing?

What happens when the confident laughing girl you met last night

wakes up beside you smudged, barefaced and vulnerable?

What happens when we take children

out of their uniforms

and see individuals instead of

data?

What would happen if we opened the coffins

and let the sweet smell of

the insipient rotting of beloved flesh

awaken us to

remembering

what matters as we live?

Artful policies,

shrink-wrapping complexity

into bite sized breakfast bars

to be eaten on the run

as we run on empty.

Packaged in our warm homes,

enchanted by the spell of screens,

eating plastic food,

blandly

similarly

regularly.

Tear it all away.

Tear off the shrink wrapped,

suffocation

and plunge your hands into deep dark earth,

throw your head back to let the sharp night air run its knives across your frail and mortal skin.

Howl at the burning forests

the melting ice

the famine

the drought

allow yourself to feel the terror

of what we face.

Slaver

stalk

sniff

lick

your way to wilderness,

to your own

atrophying species

and

use your

claws,

your jaws,

your guts,

to

tear away the plastic

to the flesh

of life beneath.

 

(Photo: Wendy Corniquet)

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Julie