It don’ make no sense,
all dis talk about nuclear
weapons an’ grown men
talkin’ ‘bout wantin’ tuh
go tuh war. Why men
got tuh wanna fight
an’ kill one another
so much. I caint
figga it out. It
don’ make no sense.
Mothers among African black eagles hoard rock hyrax carcasses—jackrabbit-sized mammals hiding in kopjes—yet feed just one of two eaglets. Moms stand by looking bored as A-chick jabs its sib to bits. Great egret babes fight to the death in murmuring darkness; motherbird yawns.
I was trying to figure out how to stay
sane while being poor
enough to have nightmares
after hours of insomnia
creates a world where all the supermarkets
are shut the same way
public hospitals shut wards and say
it's temporary in benign voices
Yellow as the last aspen leaves drifting to earth
Yellow as the cat-skidder lurching up hills
Perfect as the four killdeer eggs hidden in plain sight
Perfect as the crankcase oil stain dribbled on white sand