I VENT MY WRATH ON ANIMALS by Jerome Rothenberg
I came alive when things went crazy. I pulled the plug on the reports of sturm & drang When someone signaled I left open what I could not close. I broke a covenant that was more fierce than murder. I vent my wrath on animals pretending they will turn divine. I open up rare certainties that test free will. I take from animals a place in which the taste of death pours from their mouths & drowns them. I support a lesser surface. I draw comfort from the knowledge of their being.
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