The Elk Cyborg
I poke my animal profile from the sudden darkness of the
river. The tree-locks stare. The hallow bones howl. In the magnetite skyscape,
the vestigial eye socket dreams crystalline, prismatic. The tapping of
hooves—The Coming of Legs. The Bird Lady hovers out the altocumulus and the elk
chimes are dredging. We move into the blood rain, the blood moon fabric, the
animal box, a bizarre abduction, the abdominal mass, zone of rock, flowage
zone, zone of fracture, claw of earthworm, earth of bird-mass, meat, space and
moan.
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