snow blind
hominid blind,
and so to lose
any estimation
of wingspan
I cannot see you for what you are, angel
for what you are not, angel
until before me,
your death
imprinted into snow : flopped dance, flipbook, cinematic
junk bird, you’re everywhere
even as I lie
to measure the length of one body
against another body
*
look what my reverence has ruined –
soot soot thurible
lo, terrible winter
“Shots Fire, Waterfowl Season, Deep Haze” was published in the 2014 edition of The Labletter.