She was cardiac
With integrity, and light,
Soulless angel . . .
People stood around the scene
Throwing gum wrappers
Into the quarry
“Is that, like, a badger?” a man
Wearing a cowboy hat said
I sometimes sit apart
The pond where she drowned
Shimmered in the dusk like a tuning fork . . .
It keened darkly
Oh, please, and with your hands still touching the animal's shoulder
Time gets a little focused
Whittled down to the edges of things . . .
Where the noose should have been
The cops found only a harp
They found no drugs
Bread crumbs in a circle under the moon in the driveway . . .
You could tell the boyfriend was upset with the fish
Who just kept swimming
And looking around . . .
I remember my grandmother,
How her eyeglasses turned opaque
While she over-salted the meat
That was in London
Every lament had an open window for purchase
Outside of town, in the dark English countryside
There'd been talk that a year-old gelding
Had had a stroke
And yet continued to stand
“It doesn't matter if we were broken up,” the boyfriend screams
The moon is humming over the dirt road
It's hard to know what
To do with one's face
And now here come the crows
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