The worms are squirming
under the house,
down
under the house.
The weeds are rising
up
through the concrete,
the dandelions rise.
Frost-thaw is
breaking
the roads,
cracking
the roads.
Humanity
is
such a heavy load.
I rather liked this one. I think there's more to do with this concept, but as it is I like the cynical bitterness of it. It's almost like I could imagine someone spitting these short words like bullets.
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