"hostage to road construction"
scoriac sky · splayed animal corpse
more justifiers jockeying · to explain mass murder
pull my head out of the past · long enough to paint
a red postcard · self-righteous & empty
could run to rain · or rustling hover
days at this drivers' · scrimmage of ortscrappers
after Avenue K · onward to some Keurig
Beck says "Baby I'm a bad cause" · sure
when you thirl it like that · thankfully poets
can resort to zilch- · farming famously
watch the gas gauge · go t'ward its
ineluctable limit · i live in my head
"But still the winter images will not leave us.
We track the sun beast to his bloody lair.
At dawn our hands are red and empty.
And the Dove broods in a tangle of bitter branches."
— George Mackay Brown via @Isidro_Li
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