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Thursday, August 25

carrion

above the forty five
shelter trees
starting willow ending
pine breeze
the vultures five
wheel free
when from no
where sees seagull
please flap 
fast or slow
another and said seagull says I
know these wings
white more variable
buzzard more airable
bruegels painted red
facets of deaths tread
on a silence of beats
one long as sleep
interspersed a single teeth
the first eases
and peels
off to port in successiveness
the next and the necks look west
east of even a seven
th feather rises
doing circles
the fleet plots charts
follows the dips
the dual rivers fists
atmosphere's hollow hand
holds above man

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