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The Humans Are Dead, We Are the Humans Now

Ben Robinson


children on bicycles
imitate cars
with their mouths

a dog barks
a man barks back
the police are called

two government agents
show up at the door
wearing macaroni jewellery

the premier declares the carbon tax impractical
everything
is made of carbon

a raccoon tears
into a bottle of
orange powerade

a waitress asks a bachelor
are you one person
or two?

just as the dentist puts me under
i spy a poppy seed
between his teeth

you wake up to find white bandages
where your opposable thumbs
once stood

trust me son,
he says,
this will be better for both of us



Ben Robinson's recent poems include the tale of a man who finds himself lodged in his condominium’s garbage chute, as well as an account of the Christian God’s foray into Spanish lessons. In 2019, The Blasted Tree will publish his chapbook, The Sims in Real Life. He has only ever lived in Hamilton, ON.

 

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