“Et, tu buteo?”

“et, tu buteo?”
he quivered
naked in front
of the clothed mirror
obsidian shell
inlaid with chunks of pome

his eyes fervent –
hyenas laughing carcasses
across their teeth
atop the semen stained
shengena peak.
phosphorous on their tongues.

the mind dissolved –
blood in the ocean
heating the hurricane.

and the buzzard wondered
when he’d dream
of something other than death.

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