Scarlet Bruises
A red heron
Flew above
A red sun
I watched
Its wings flap
Winnowing
The red stains
In the sky
But he was
Tethered to
The blood
Crammed to
The veins
Of his feigned
Endeavor to
Haplessly vie
I watched
The red blotch
As it spread
And conquered
His consummate
Defeat and
It lets go
Of its vying
It plummets down
Crashing boughs
Of gaunt trees
And slapping
The earth
Finally
With a thud
Full of vigor
Underneath
Its red plumes
Are red bruises
And the sky
And its infinite
Corollaries
Was ever higher.
poem by Norman Santos
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