You Must Be at Least 35,000 Years Old*
an ancient
well-preserved
woodwind
a mouthpiece
a vulture’s
wing bone
an instrument
drilled
mouthed
blown
Looking Ahead 35,000 Years, Give or Take
The
future as we call it is a vulture
that
circles and circles the sky alone
circles and
circles until it dies of hunger
drops to the
earth like a bloody stone.
Wolves snap
and snap as they watch it fall
crush its
skull as it lands, crush its wishbone
crushing ribs,
femurs, feet, claws, all
except
for the already broken left wing
over
which two clumsy pups brawl
dropping
it at once to howl and sing
into the
dusk with the bloody rest.
The worst
clouds gather, throw lightning
again at
the same old tree as if to test
the crone
hiding behind it, and out she darts
grabs the
wing, holds it to her chest
and runs like hell for the cave in our hearts.
and runs like hell for the cave in our hearts.
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From The Crone Poems (unforthcoming).*Flute. Wikipedia.
4 comments:
Wonderful.
Thanks!
More from the crone!
We'll see!
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