lazy posting

alright. here is an draft for a poem i was working on in june. it will find its way into a form at some point.

Pelicano

On our evening beach walk, a pelican
roosts on the lip of the sand bank
carved out by waves's same clutching fingers
that caught his wing and plucked him from the air.

He sits stunned, his wing's joint broken;
a terrible miscalculation.
I hover, an indifferent god, creating tragedy
and feel my spirit harden like the clay desert.

He will not live, you say;
he will be eaten or drown in the sea.
You are listless as the two identical birds
that glide near to observe his riteless passage,

divided by the merciless current
That ferries them to fulfill the line of flight
and leaves him on the bank to drag his snapped wing
and catch his beak on the sand.

The sky that night is brilliant, unfathomable orange and green
we sit close as the fire burns to dust
silenced by the terror of the bird,
his shadow forever wandering the bank.

He torments my sleep, screeches
and tears through the air, spilling bad omens.
We drive South, and the round trip begins to circle us like a noose,
whose tight knot was North.