15 marca 2015
ALLIGATORS WERE DYING
I always differed
for the sake of semblance.
Feathers did not agree.
You flew away for your sky.
Impatience had killed the defeat
my elixir, the baby sea in my eyes.
Genocide of the figs, unlearning
the sweetness of life.
Yet a white python was hungry.
A heart rendering feat to dig-out
a home after the earthquake.
Alligators were dying in midstream.
I was running after the desert.
Why bustards were disappearing?
Trees were hung upside down.
There was no suicidal note.
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