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By Rodney Koeneke

The bug’s psalm: don’t get crushed.

Afterlives feel meaningless

but spring will come,

push out the nubs

the kids braid into pallets.

Take up your pallet

from lawns noon’s hardly touched.

The small think gods

just loll on clouds.

Bugs think gods just crush.


Poet Bio

Koeneke was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and grew up in Tucson, Arizona, and Los Angeles. Koeneke earned his BA from University of California-Berkeley and his PhD in History from Stanford University. He currently lives in Portland, Oregon, and teaches at Portland State University. 

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