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Duck - an ode (Other) by zodiac
[for blindpoetry:]
"Write up aids and ducks, wait... OH MY GOD...
write about ducks with aids..." - horus8
Itâs odd how on this snowy morning Iâm given
a dying bird as a figure. It shows
the humor of things, if not the intent. A crow
wouldnât have stopped me; but a duck, stiffened,
scratching duck angels in the thin snow
In an empty corner of Trafalgar Square
at dawn â thatâs inspired. So
I watch, thinking Iâve never seen the process
itself, just the effect. At the last moment is there
white light spiraled weightless as down into the air -
is it enough to believe in? I wouldnât know
From experience. So, duck: today your loss is
my gain. Youâll die of a sick heart, of AIDS,
with your two wrists slit, me looking on. Itâs hardly fair,
Iâm sure. But then we all die under crosses
which other, less-gentle hands have made â
And I suspect by the time youâre aware
of my burden, youâll be halfway to decayed.
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Arithmetic Mean: 8.545455
Weighted score: 6.7727275
Overall Rank: 437
Posted: January 19, 2004 8:07 PM PST; Last modified: February 5, 2004 1:56 PM PST
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