Night Glaive
after Caitlin McCormack
Angelo Colavita

remains, as if
time passes

at once, from
bone to stone to memory

there are two

– recalls the moment of extinction
– receives the weight of waiting

a wingspan, like a shrug
what is there left to do?

the mechanics
beg (of such) as if
in chains, manipulate
the fingers, free of flesh
extended, long, almost

human         at first, pliable
                    and later, fossil


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