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The Dead Wide Savanna, Skies Asunder


03.27.12 Posted in today's words by

Max Miroff breathes air and exhales carbon dioxide, primarily in Virginia. On certain rare occasions, a bit of poetry comes out too. You will be able to find him here soon.

The Dead Wide Savanna, Skies Asunder
By Max Miroff

I come to you with omens of the fall,
the death of the wounded lion
who lies
strewn across the rocks.
The sun envelops him,
he cannot breathe past its covers,
brain sizzling in the heat.

Blue sky pierced by dark
buzzards,
cackling gleeful,
watching from overhead
upon air so thick
they lie tenderly upon its cushion.

The clouds have left, the clouds have
left
open sky,
the sprawling heavens now before us.



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