The centre
of circling
and floating
and gyring,
a slow dance
of buzzards
on hot breezes,
make an eye
to the ground,
a centre
of turning
death in the centre,
life in the air
turning around death,
flight and escape
turning around death,
still, decomposing
like a worm
caught on a rock
after the rain
drew it out,
sun baked
life baked
cookies in the tray
browning in the heat,
eyeball
jelly
oozing
gummy,
unflinching!
eyelidless
looking up,m
at the keen eye looking down,
floating
circling
life
around death
uh huh.

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(may 2024)