266 – Glen Hogard [Poetry]

266

in the beginning was a juvenile crow

one eye replaced by an iron ore pellet

from his smooth beak came movement

flattening the most ragged mountains

from his dark pearled eye came hunger

driving hordes over plastic cliffs

from his crooked feet came boredom

enthralling the lazy eye of a shelf-worn world 

from his parasitic feathers came industry

dying except in the enlarged heart of middle management

from the absence of a penis

came great folds of time dragging along flood channels

his caw echoes inside liberty’s empty bowel

the republic folds inward as he chokes on an evergreen twist tie

 

By Glen Hogard

 

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