Augury
as the dogwoods told,
a living cousin grew so hungry
he sold his porno magazines and shotgun and collector’s items
his Nintendo and his cheap clothes and still his hunger fumed
he turned on smaller cousins and wolfed them
there was fleeing there was chase
chaste descriptions of both
cousin in the dog in the woods
ran so fast its eyes ignited mad stars in its skull
body stretched like grip seeking
trees blurred boundaries until
there was no difference
a curse courses through this family
for trespass for living
for no other reason than the rain is pissed
and decides it so
our ravening family’s great-gray-fogbank-miasma sealing us below
the driven-under farmer’s field
we fall and pool
tease stagnant waters from the water table
breed new winged bodies keening for old bloo
our specters never miss a feast the arras forever torn to reveal
the slaughtered grandfathers spilled like a pot-roast on dirty tiles
the hanged moon
the McMansion’s too-legible portent
foundation licked by housefire
our witness speechless doused in carnage like butter
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