sometimes there’s nothing human you can do

the white sky mo(u)rning a single bird across
the courtyard bricks for a new pyramid

so where can you go how can you

think after they refuse to be
born it

won’t help
steer this weary ox from

the prized flowers won’t re
construct the squirrel’s bones

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