Poem: "A Position of Defeat 17"
17.
flying
across the cut and pasted sun
a chiseled
father saves his tumbling boy
emerging
from the shadow gates of troy
a woman runs
toward agamemnon
no one no
movement in this corridor
constructed
by an old drawing program
above the
photograph four videocams
watch the
airless space inside the maw
i cannot
tear my eyes away for dread
a grin has
opened in the continuum
a tree beckons
with multiplying arms
this beady
blackbird with a bluish head
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