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Wish
Send me a scaled cone
humming in that western way
something small and potential
to start a magic, or a song
To shoot a thrush or bull elk
and limp away a beast
a foundling, or limpet
to end and become and repeat
all those nodules that croak and hurt
to sum a full world
Leave me in a field grown wary
of man’s cacophony, his yellowed chemistries
Let me wither and melt like velvet
sloughing from the haggard moose
I will yelp, lilting
uncertainties and halftruths
forgotten in a melody of metal
a tonic of ships and metal
and forged entrails sunk at rest
in the harbor, muddling a reeking rust
And golden fish lamplit are hunted
down and lacerated electric
lifeless, imagined and barely verbal
in the seepage of this stone-bled altar.
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