Dead
Meat
seismic
cracks spreading across plaster bison chained
to a wild oak a cloud of birds all atwitter veering
this way that way nor do we belong as chickens feed
by a barnyard trough as semis haul hot and moist
toothless mouths down interstates greased by drunken
joyride’s breathalyzed nightmare oaths of blood
for once is twice as good as lost when the condom
tears oh the morning after syrupy and hickory-smoked
inside a spine-cracked diary the pages rabbit-eared
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