By | 16 August 2019

far from the beach and its many mouths
the body of a dead bat
skin strung in a cartography of veins

even at dusk flies fuzz its eyes
terrier teeth crescent claws
fur pelt pulled winter close

the evening draws Rothko sheets
over roadkill mannequins
dripping tar and meat stink

the big lake behind
moves its mercury molasses
and moonlight unzips the water

the roost loosens their straitjackets
fox-faced banshee notes
a loping caterwaul in freefall

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