War on the Sedge
But. I can't decipher fermented meat
from a webworm. I can't resist rot
from fresh kill. Guns and rape a back-
yard carbon sink. A pregnant child
takes a rest, a child who pilfers
through trash bins
for spoiled milk, while a vulture
and a blue whale spurge and excretes
golden monkey flower seeds over
the desert. A bone runner bearing
a old bird bone cross sings an insult
to his enemies one on point,
one manic off the cliffs
and one for the hiding woman
in the ceiling, hiding for 3 days