Death Is Coming and You Must Build a Spaceship

• So I scanned the latest poem into PDF and attached to an email but forgot I cannot convert it to jpg on my laptop at home so Fuck Me. Have Olive an hour ago instead.
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VENUS

D Nurkse

Death is coming

and you must build a starship

to take you to Venus.

Make it from a catsup bottle,

a flashlight coil,

a penny, the cat’s bell,

Mom’s charm bracelet.

They say that planet is torment,

whipped by circular wind,

choked in vitriol clouds.

But no. When you get there

it is a light in the sky

and I am with you.

If you find nothing else,

borrow the pleated wing

of a winter moth,

lighter than dust.