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Sarah Tolmie

Spam is dead, great Spam is dead —
Will be the epitaph of the internet

The day it powers down and we go back to skinning goats.

After it goes rogue and kills us all, almost

And we huddle on the ping-pong ball of the burnt world

And re-invent the printing press.

Poets and cave painters then will rule

Holding fast our simple tools.

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Sarah Tolmie

All Poems of the Week

Sarah Tolmie

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Karen Leeder

Née Wachtel

translated from the German written by
Durs Grünbein
Aaron Coleman

The North Star

translated from the Spanish written by
Nicolás Guillén
Brian Henry

Lacquer

translated from the Slovenian written by
Tomaž Šalamun