in at the bedroom window

black hawk

who spotted a cat
stretched out on the pillow
and thought dinner

the talons
the contraction of the belly
silver like nitrate
cracking the frame

there is a heart
that sticks in the throat
missiles under the wing

the smacked sky
gives into the hills
slow circles
leaning into the last green rays
riding the power station thermals

to save us the trouble
we ran the dial down to empty
with a bomb of economics
domesticated ourselves with nostalgia
made a joke of wild things

caught between walls
prey to something we would rather forget

GWD 06/04/12

1 thought on “BLACK HAWK

  1. “Smacked sky” was a line in a poem, but upon completion the line no longer fitted, so I kept it and built this poem instead.

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