I.
– bent stick in the path, ridging
the dust
where the sun
has been beating down
ten thousand hours
since last it rained
if you were a snake
I’d know
what to do
with you
tip my hat
wish you good hunting.
II.
First a red
tailed hawk
juking from
treetrunk
to tall grass
under the dark canopy
and next I, emerging, see
coyotes
flashing against the sky.
I don’t understand this world
anymore.
Image: Cylinder seal and sketch depicting Nergal, God of plague and the netherworld, circa 1800 BCE; published under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0) license. Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images (images@wellcome.ac.uk; http://wellcomeimages.org).
Coyote pounce, by Flickr user Justin Jensen, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.
Strangely affecting. Love the images conjured up and the wider allusions, but above all the starkness captures the bleak mood many of us are feeling.
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I really wish that stick had been a snake…
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