Tuesday, July 21, 2015

In the Land of the Living Who Die Valentine

You knew you were dead
when you saw the first vulture
but when the second and third
noisily arrived you began to stir
as after a deep sleep
during which you had
awakened many times
to eat something quickly
or relieve yourself or stare
out the window right
into the serious face
of a young fox you somehow
have befriended who also seems
to be considering your corpse
even more now it’s standing up
and walking toward him
full of jealous admiration
for his bravery even more
than his beautiful sheen

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