Today's poem is by Campbell McGrath

Poem Ending with a Line from Robinson Jeffers
       

Sifted from the dust of stars, from atom-drizzle,
torn from the hem of the garment,
forged from, molded from, wedded to, alloyed with, braided
and cast down among shoals of river gravel
in a wild dominion such as this,
such as this—

I am not dead; I have only become inhuman.

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