Amphora

We should be asking about the hydra— 

hydrating venom in skies, life in waters.

What would we do with that eternity?

Ephemerality is the canon of existence.

The first time I stepped on an ant,

that carcass graced a nibbled veldt.

I did not weep.

the dew of fall didn't seep.

We’ll all be gone someday—

regal and robust, as ruins rest.

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Bio:

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Ankur Jyoti Saikia (he/ his/ him) is a forestry researcher based in India, who had started writing poems and getting published last year.  Twitter: @amythfromassam 

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Anastasia DiFonzo (she/her) is a San Diego based poet with a cat named Klaus. Her debut chapbook, A Certain Serenity, is forthcoming with Puna Press in April of 2022. Currently, her work can be found in Olney Magazine, Serotonin Poetry, Tempered Runes Press, and elsewhere. When she’s not writing, she can be found hugging her cat, drinking tea, and/or staring blankly into the abyss. Feel free to contact her at anastasiadifonzo.com