Lightness inevitable sheet
surreptitious entry into the orbit crunchy resistant
white sheet and cutting hurts iris
I contemplate what has not been named yet.
Falcon décapuchonné killing multitudes of birds in the orange grove
a great whirl of feathers enrougies:
These are more confusing than clapping beaks become useless
that cacophony of torn greenhouses that hope disappointed takeoffs impossible
Small feathered body convulsively agitated hot sand
and die
forming the carpet of filth
I contemplate what has not been named yet, these tiny disasters agglutinated
these unimportant lives singing and are more than dead things
I bleed from the eye.
May 14, 2010.
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