LIFE FROM DEATH

1

The darkened eagle's iris
pitched into the blue of the sky,
scanning the thriving peripheries below.
Reflected off the ebon shield
of its unyielding stare
the great, wild world curved
below its hooked talons.


2

Gnarled and blackened oaks bulged
with tumorous, distended trunks
sunk softly sucking slowly up
the sweet spoiled meats
decomposing in the graveyard.


3

In this hungry dominion,
the desert hare is spared
from the red-tailed hawk
the hunter's gun has felled.

JINX

We are the blood of the tree
in the I.V. hook-up

—of course we intermingle
with the buried animals—

and the trees continue to shine.
We, the people stare

with pollination eyes
a tumbled nickel lands

tails, buffalo
you know what they say...

draw solace, my friend
from our living end

BEING YOURSELF

Hang on, like a skeleton's spider
dropping through trellises
to alight on a pelvic horizon

a halfsunken garden's marauder,
outliving the skins it sheds.

It is very difficult unless alone.

Shed only once, it is permanently bright
revealed by degrees, as the sand around it
is silently blasted away into a clear sky.

Think about how beautiful we must be.