as dusk drops
low and heavy,
bodies gather
a thick sludge
between bare,
gray roots ––
ribbed curve
of forest.
*
a neutered stag
emptying
the stomach
of a hunter's baby,
lapping
greenish curds,
warm muscle,
and plum slush.
*
a wild cat
licks her pink paws.
pigeon lays, blood
migrates like the nile.
*
dragging redness
across dead grass,
a girl fell,
shuddering
dark leaves
and loose dirt.
*
the wind slows,
a slug
on a fat branch
thudded
in the pitch of night,
smacking
into black water.
vultures circle
and know.
in throat
of the wood,
the land
begs
for salvation.
YOU ARE READING
have u seen my whale
Poetrybunch of random poems i don't know where to put and don't plan on doing anything with cover credits to canva
