Bestiary Cages
Weary was the divergence of feathers and cries
Shaking the same tree and acquainting with
Different mendacities and atrocities
A fell star stripped its ever gnashing light
To sedulously inveigle the lost and astray
A red chamber left vacant and open
Crumbled with a vile miscalculation
And the forest stared at the battling sky
Its canopies were a parasol, but the weather
Was hoarding beasts from the inside
The night of the hunter sauntered a wintry stride:
The beetle moon remained hard with iridescence
That the metallic armor beholds with imposition,
The filigree of vulturine fowls encircled the vale
Where you slept turgidly like a defenseless child,
The febrile roar that inflames the broad throat
Underneath of the mountain lion's crown dissolved,
A coyote licked the taste of patina in his wound
And cried to amnesia without remorse
The chaise of meandering paws and flapping wings
Interpolated with the blades of grass and seeing pebbles
Disturbing the quietude and rousing the savageness
That slept inside the diamond sharp penetralium
And savageness, and wretchedness, and wicked resolutions
Howl to the starlight's hapless steerage to hearken
The ever sinking whetting of blades and bloodlust
And awaken was the sleeping wrath and defiance
To perish in hungry hands, to grit and be selfish
As the night shook its giddy branches and drop
A dying leaf, a rotting fruit, a lost perchance.
poem by Norman Santos
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