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God’s wash basin (how his face burns).
Or man’s pisspot (we waste so much).
Ocean’s unstable hand wipes it —
Clean? Not quite —
what settles of destruction.
Adapts to change: almost everything.
The gods to a god to a Fitbit,
beast to a man, man to the moon,
and here: Foraminifera manufacture toxin
to detoxify poison,
extract from it the oxygen
required for life.
About which we know little. Still.
What doesn’t kill us.
What we make of what doesn’t kill us.
Marilyn McCabe’s poetry has won contests through AROHO, Word Works, Grayson Books, and NYS Council on the Arts. Collections of poems include Perpetual Motion and Glass Factory, and chapbooks Rugged Means of Grace and Being Many Seeds. Videopoems have appeared in festivals and galleries. She blogs about writing at Owrite:marilynonaroll.wordpress.com.