The imagined equator
dividing the not-so-perfectly round earth
poles capping each end
frozen
The longitudes, the latitudes
and the parallels meeting never.
Keeping the east from the west,
poles apart across minds and meridian.
Brine splashing about
under names assumed.
Seas and oceans varied,
robbed of shores and horizons (unbinding/ unwinding).
Fences raised, rifles poised
and nukes ready to fend
the tiny pieces of the planet
big enough to evoke patriotic fervent.
Yet mites puny
next to the might in each warhead,
heedless/ relentless and ready to annihilate the earth
many times over.
Looking down from the only thing undivided,
the sky yet un-reigned,
I see the planet as one,
when perched high and distant enough
to unsee humans.
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