We’re
low a city, pulling at alligators, for kicking at caimans.
I
wrestle a bobcat, to trail an anaconda, to awake screaming.
The
music is flat, a depressed black-bear, a dam-less beaver.
I’m
swimming lake-less, a wingless eagle, a footless
crocodile.
Venom drips, to intoxicate a cougar, where a
crayfish
snaps. I’m but a dragonfly, lost for atmosphere, to
enter
a flock of flamingos. Flies swarm, with tentacles of
dung,
to measure swampy land. I’m such the swamp, a frog as
prince,
even an earthworm. We’re low a city, pecking on
wood,
a great blue contagion. A mosquito bit me, to suffer
flight,
filled with a sluggish nature. I’m a muskrat without a
dome,
a raccoon without a home, a waterless nutria. The
fields
are dustless, the skies are dusk-less, an otter is flopping
through
a desert. I’m a red wolf without a pack, a scorpion
without
a sting, a turtle that can’t snap. We’re
low a city, a
tasteless
shrimp, a restless newt. I crawled a spider, to spin for
webs,
hunted by a pond-skater. I feel the snail, filled with
slime,
awaiting for delicacy. There’s a reptile, to corner a deer,
to
trample a toad. I’m such a deer,
filled
with eyes,
leaping
one last time.
