Quickly We’ll All Be Doomscrolling on Mars Swan Fucker Did she placed on his information along with his energyEarlier than the detached beak may let her drop?— W B Yeats, “Leda and the Swan”Going deaf from the clamor of too many dooms,balancing life like an egg on a spoon,dreaming of a beautiful, baleful wave:liquid obsidian. […]