Hadja
no more to do? Was your work
all done?
. . .

.

Been going on two months now four days a week
I step up out of the street & stepping step across this
smashed carcass of a squirrel lying in the sprung green
stalks of grass not-yet manicured median be-
tween the street--where I've parked--& walk
--on which I'll walk.

I see it as I scan the span of my feet in this stride
stepping up & over the rise of the curb. I see the way
grass leaves grow round the body nearly imperceptibly entombing
its mangled form.

Death's grin lockjaw blood-toothed.

Three days a week I manage to forget which leads to
the repeated shock of seeing it again of acquiring fam-
iliarity again that fourth day of every week going on
two months now.

.

...by madness, starving / hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through ...

.

--destroyed, again the count begins
& steps are taken &
sometimes more than the page must turn--

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