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WRITTEN
INTO THE BESTIARY
The bluejay and the red-eyed lamb
Were
cheap toys
for the phalanstery kids
Some
magic show
the park of declarations
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When
you were born
the wolves outside the town
sniffed only
Never
neutral
out of the drought
wavered a beginning
in the grove
Surrounded
by footfalls
as they returned
from the inmost beaches
With
ventifacts smoothed
from the cannibals’
poems