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The weight on a bird's head
man was once flightless and feels

open the onion and garlic drawers
dried currants tumble from slashed burlap

let me loose on the garden boys
in pornographic silhouette, deprived of dance

to fight for your elegance preying
triangle that holo-hacks
through parched eternities
to support your cheekbones

on a thrift lamp
socket of a gambled wheel
snatch in grey fervor
after the tags of other warriors
shrunk to fit
the vests that protect them

fist that rises in a tide pool
runs on extragalactic color
must be,--diamond cold
on diamond cut--bloodfully reattached

our hot planet