Dogtale
No one knows what killed it. The incision precise, chest neatly scalpeled. Sparrow still in the falcon’s stomach, not completely digested. Who wants the heart of a bird that bad. And for what.
Lick the cut
Stitch it with your teeth
Gather your appetite.
Sometimes all it takes to murder is a change of weather.
The roses at night. I shut my ears to their bells
Echoing in sidewalk crags, sweat on my back. I will continue,
Unenlightened, and become an apex predator.
I will hunt for pleasure,
Steal some meat and watch the birds waltz.
Observe the wires hanging on rusted hinges. Flimsy vines. The birds
Fly into the metal and clip her with patient beaks.
Old wires, new nests.
Felipe’s truck is always parked on Santa Fe & E 16th. That’s where the pole collapsed.
Landed half an inch from the foot of the bed. The wood besotted with rot.
What strange trees. Dead trees.
Something’s moving in the water.