A poem from Nomi Stone (poetry, ’17) appears in Plume:


Human Technology

Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
We are follicle & meat & terror &

the machines leave their shells naked on the ground.
One soldier makes a museum in his basement.

Each mannequin in brass, unburnable coats:
I am walking between their blank faces

[. . . continue reading here.]

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