You’re asleep
and I see the elephant-bird
flying heavily above the strange trees
The long-legged ape
that isn’t an ape
leaping fearlessly from tree to tree
Extinct. No longer exists.
I’m cold in the mouth
Yesterday it was full
of oysters, and I thought
to croak like that, choked in
the soft innards of that
hard crustacean.
Now the cold, where’s it
coming from, for all
the other parts of my body
are on fire as always
blazing away
flushed red with rage
heart-swelling tenderness
but cold in the mouth
that’s what I am today
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