Cities are archipelagos,
Selection’s only just begun
To take off in new directions
In those concrete constellations.
And what of the other new nodes,
The ones now buried in mountains,
Consuming shale beds’, reactors’,
Dams’ worths of electricity
Through silicon clouds in the dark?
Small, iridescent beetles crawl
And breed in the landfill islands
Of logos and the countable,
We’re garishly pretty because
Just toxin alone’s not enough.
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