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Zywa Seed vaults

Sometimes a new beginning is
scorched wood in black sludge
or in burned ground

after a devastating flood
a rapid conflagration, or
human stupidity

Then awakens the earth
of Earth
and her seed vault opens

Everything comes into bloom again
in our presence
but we know ourselves

and we dare not
rely on it completely
We are sons of Noah

we build it
in concrete: banks
full of seeds, safe

for everyone?

Poem 4264
Amsterdam, 2021-12-28
See the drawing "Seed vault" by Joost Swarte with the article "Sowing for Apocalypse", 2007, in The New Yorker
Collection: New Ago 
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