Birds don’t care that the land is ugly,
decorated with handsome cattle
and advertisements for elk jerky

There should be a healthy trade 
in sandbags. Cement should be 
our chief export. Some of it’s made 

On leftovers ana breakfast   like the spleenish wulf the wéstenas chase. 

He sets out hungry,   nose in the wind, up the wulfhleoþu. 

After a luckless trek,   he gilleþ; and gaunt companions answer 

Watching a boneless nymph’s 
half-hearted resurrection
from a spout in the pavement

As the undisputed delivery system 
for this pathogen, 
you ought to be attending me, 

Whoso list to hunt it with a camera?
The Carolina parrot is extinct.
Hunted to nothing emerald.

Vital Span 
In Virginia 
Is Closed

Although the land itself is rolling and pitted,
the pole tips form a horizontal plane
flat enough to support a sheet of glass.

Believe the sullen sense that sickness made,
And broke you in its hands.

Forgive me, it is what I made of you
In squalls, in Mardi Gras and ballyhoo.