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In Cahoots at the Crossroads

In the direction of a) pirates 

b) emus c) the cockatrix d)

define oblivion. What was known

was the sun was remote and everywhere

and unimpeded. No longer

within its light? The majority (70%)

of the planet’s wild. That was during

a pandemic named for the sun’s crown

in the age of grotesque domestication.

Before then, an all but forgotten account

of the age of buccaneers who proclaimed

they came from the seas (i.e. no nation).

And before then, from a snake’s egg

hatched from a chicken, a most fabulous monster

with laser eyes (i.e. etching the membrane

of reality) and poison breath (i.e. not-

boring poetry), from the Late Latin

Calcatrix, as a translation from the Greek

tracer, tracker–or old slang for a

Wife of Bath wanderer when

I now most want to tell you

how emus won a war

against humans

2 thoughts on “In Cahoots at the Crossroads

  1. ** “poison breath ie non boring poetry” ♥️♥️

    Also def a day for parenthetical percentages!

  2. Really gotta watch those emus

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