Life[‘s] Extinct[ion] (The Black Kite)

(1)

on black road
black kite sees lizard
long lizard
white bearded lizard

black blood

life[‘s] extinct[ion]

(2)

bring beer that uncle enjoys!
such as a lizard enjoys
this lizard in person’s home

lizards don’t belong in people’s houses

(3)

black kite brought firebrand from
black burning meadow

now the black-bodied fleeing ones
I see
and not a one escapes

black kite thrills,
quivers in wind—
sad black eyes survey through smoke
what’s left of black land—
and spits weeping black dismay of song,
black
black spot of song,
on those of us
alive

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