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Poetry

Having seen the osprey

grasp then set its fish

so that en route from sea

to bay prey’s eyes face

only west,

———-having seen,

half sunblind, that glint writhe

then rise to unimagined

heights on nothing but

thin air, one ultimate

kindness before spicule,

tooth, and tongue,

——————-having seen

struggle slacken to repose

as descending on the nest

catch glimpses the caught,

compendium of spine

and gill and jaw agape,

opalescent shambles

shimmering in scales,

———————-I say,

raise me like that, unmaker,

wide eyed and broken backed,

if only so that I, unmade,

might see for once beyond

all doubt those unknown,

unfathomable parts

that are and are not me.


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