Bulldozers on the Moon


United States
41° 0' 2.5128" N, 120° 31' 33.798" W

There are bulldozers on the moon

run by burly men.

They dig through the translucent flesh

pulling up marshmallows

and leaving pools of caked blood.

From down here they form a rabbit

This poem is about: 
Our world


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