06 August 2012

49. of the great white

phosphorescent cacophony of crows
circling the roadside
something dead spits idle notions

life curdles richly through an upper jaw
good fortune to leave one tooth hanging
honor in beak-tied shreds

i am not an object lesson for your eight-year-old
empty grin that never lost a vote
mr

bones hear the Word
let me secret you a whisper
look between these two clawhammer branches just so and

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