3:55 p.m. - 2008-10-09
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Donald R. Anderson
Hollowly weaned
Inside the brain of a bird
a worm crawls,
infected of West Nile.
A desert vulture chokes
on the bone of the snake,
as only the wind comes to claim
his soul.
The chair remains empty,
without whom I do not know.
The air palpable with sweat,
the flies permeate the corners
of the safest restaurant.
It is judgment day.
This is judgment day.
