I saw you unexpectedly on the street today. Though it was midday your eyes were dilated, and you seemed almost electrically charged with thought, with an increased speed of speaking: "I garden, I grill meat, I prowl the bars." But I was having difficulty listening. Your teeth were growing. A
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The pony and the deer are trapped by tanks,
and the lady with the guitar is sad beyond words.
Hurtling across the sky, a missile has mistaken
a vehicle for a helicopter, exploding in a ball
of white flame. Upside-down birds—red specks
of knotted wool—glow above the sideways trees.
Hidden among plants, a barefooted boy waits—
like the divine coroner—aiming his rifle at something,
enjoying the attentions of a gray doggy, or maybe
there’s a bullet already in his head.