Poetry

 

Bones
by Brad Garber
 

The vulture, like a dark bone in a white sky
above the widow maker in a fire-blackened clearing 

An oval green turtle in a formless ocean
Like a cloud over a bleached coral mountain 

A blood flower in a hardpan expanse
The blinding exclamation in an absence of eyes 

A wilting camel in the long sand shadows
Dali-esque and dripping in dying light 

A gnawing mouse under warming snow
The black bite before death like satisfaction 

A naked man, drunk, on the streets of a city
The ape without forest on the African steppes 

A smile upon your lips in the crowded room 

 
   

  

 

 

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