worms that digest garbage;
mushrooms that break down oil;
lichen that absorbs radiation;
Being aboard this planet
in a time of post-industrial collapse
feels like being inside a sentient puzzle,
a throbbing rubik’s cube of bone and moss
that keeps getting reconfigured
but never tires of solving itself.
Through the wincing eyes of a thousand dying coyotes
our mother winks coyly
reminding her children
that collapse is also decomposition
and as long as there are stars
she will compose again.