Saturday, March 7, 2015

Avian Flu (poem)

God laid an egg
in her nest in the sky,
and the already hatched
called it the Moon.

The stars were mere
commas in her journal
of life. The Sun, a footnote
of last season’s brood.

The earth, when it cracked,
spilled out bigger fools
than dodos and dinosaurs—
creatures too human for love.

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