For the Deniers Who Deny Even Their Own Existence

here’s to you   so rich    a perfumed letter
left for you by your own pollution

here’s to your mailbox
barely holding on to the edge of your world
here are the rusty nails biting into its past
the long-dead wood of you    its grey pride

say goodbye to the ruin you’ve made of yourself
the world dies and you die too
say goodbye to the eden you’ve tramped into sludge
your tree of knowledge long ago stomped away
say goodbye to the deity you still think you are
it’s not a forest that’s closing in on you
it’s the solid stink of your own burnout
that’s closer to you even than your own past

enjoy the desolation of your own death
the fire of your future is more burned out than ashes
go ahead    stare    at the dust of your own non-existence

enjoy the sweet scent of this letter
that you never anticipated receiving
go where it tells you to go
just don’t take the rest of us with you

Written June 28, 2025