Fat Crow

A cartwheeling deadleaf crosses
the street, to a pack of fat crows
hunched by a meal, one crazy
enough to wobble next to speeding wheels
for a nibble, 'cause a corpse on the ground
is worth three in the belly.

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To exist in the world, means to exist only in the world.

Without Fathers (under revision)

Boys without fathers will wait
impatiently for their mother's blood
to spill and fill the cup
of an undeserving king.

Boys without fathers will wait
to be taught, to be strong. But boys
of the pack will hunt and kill
and feed their young.
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Daughters without fathers will be
swallowed by the young and vile;
vultures swarm the skies,
to pick the bones from innocence.

Daughters without fathers will be
torn at the seams by seamless villains, but
daughters with their fathers
will be surrounded in comfort, amongst
a ring of dead foul.

Untitled

On the ends of my feet, do I chase you down?

The street, it's much colder
Wetter than before

Bare (under revision)

My feet are bare and torn as intended
My eyes are wide and watching
Keeping tabs on those with strings
Their eyes are glazed with smiles tapered low
Cultures and words, binding
Together and dividing
Illusions of connection, autonomous disavowal
A curtain and a shade, a childish masquerade
Not happy, but content
Not free, but privileged
Not human, civil
But I am the animal
I am the woolen, bleeding, filthy
I am two-armed and two-legged and I kill with my hands
I've eaten from the tree that has no name
And I'm not one to make up words
Make up excuses, make up lives
I breathe and sleep, I eat I drink
There is no me, only shuffling sounds of feet on leaves
Oxygen and carbon monoxide that will one day cease to emit
And the ground that will eat away at the energy inside me