Third Song of the Child Soldiers

Editors’ Note

Timothy Donnelly, BK Fischer, & Stefania Heim

Silenic Landscape

The Human Race

Ignoring the low screech coming billions of miles towards

The Embarrassment of Being in the World

From Variations on Adonis

Whatever fashioned us, its fashioning was nothing but

Fresh Kills

Fresh Kills Landfill in New York, open 1947-2001, was

to know a thing

how ordinary it is to want a long line of sunrises

From The City Is Lush With/Obstructed Views

Juridical moonlight, a stone admits NO FILTER. It’s

The Golden Hour

Of concrete passing planes, and here: look down, See

Successor

Reflections on the Law of Causation

Life After Nature

Chicken Smog

There are days when I dutch at the Great Sadness as

Preview

Signs You Are Standing at the End

Two-thirds of the country is in drought. The waters

it looks like driftwood but, really, it’s an apocalypse

A single grain a second. This ice cream kind of night

After Nature

Persephone promoted to pantomiming her loss In one

The Larsen C Ice Shelf on Its Last Legs

a trillion pounds of ice would make when it fell in

I Am Chopping Ivory or Bone

How many Eskimo words are there for white people? How

an empirical formula of intangibles

is the loneliest place that to be is empirically lonely

From Shale Plays

Lessons learned can be shared and modified from play

Among Some Anapests at Civic Center

i don’t think the hitting will work A defensive time

Aubade

gorge and pulse in their glee. Can I say I like you

12:41 p.m.

lie awake. The mother is texting, do you want this

A Dedication

Security Camera Disguised as Birdhouse

bird of paradise a bright orange slice through your

Godo

From Mere Life: An Algorithmic Poem with Human Additions

Shamus child of Ewan and Lyn found a dead beast and

maron

the barking gets doser, so she lowers her rifle into

Object Project

Another spreadsheet where every cell is a day containing

Mouthing Green

From Aase’s Death

Diary of the Ghost of a Mestiza

Mis palabras are heavy coated coati trundling home

The Age of Loneliness

Will we stop the destruction of the Earth … [or] enter

The Rabbits

Outside the Seasons

In the winter, my mother used to put a bucket at the

From Counter-Desecration: A Glossary for Writing Within the Anthropocene*

From Counter-Desecration: A Glossary for Writing Within

Notes on Third World Subtraction

Desertification

Poem with No Water at All

You don’t even have to look to know this world smells

Sand Fire (or The Pool, 2016)

to slow the flower—you goggle water & what “fire’s

From Some Words from 40-Some Days Before the Eclipse Translating Lorca’s Danza de la Muerte by Writing It in Rice Flour Around 40 Wall Street …

From Some Words from 40-Some Days Before the Eclipse

The Ghost of Jack London Reports the Post-Apocalypse

Aubade

Dear Future Child

That was the year we waited for the river to fill its

Elegy beginning in the shade of Aunt Mary’s mulberry tree

Elegy beginning in the shade of Aunt Mary’s mulberry

Office of American Innovation

the first lady who with her limo window frames the

Lovers in a Time of Nuclear Power

Our field of vision is filled with thronging towers

An Old Song, a Frog’s Song

and Her children were born of land and water, many

CONTRIBUTORS

Jordan Abel is author of Injun, lin/inhabited, and