Miscarriage

(poem)

by

Fifth Estate # 380, Spring 2009

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white blades of light sift through the

stripes hugging the crumpled form

of an empire of

stars crowded together

for warmth

 

row upon row upon row

sow the earth with shades of

beaten red beaten blue

 

stars

the greedy glow of the pipe

stars

fireflies comb that brain straight

stars

taper out in twin coal kill pits

stars

gasp the whistles shot forth from

sisters supple necks played like bricks

spittle

saluting

dangling

in stars

 

though you perched in victory towers

freon heavens far above the

Tropics of Cancers

 

left from your last vacation

left from your last victual

 

you smell like carrion

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