Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.
 
 
I guess as a kind
of advertisement
to other hawks,
saying from the pages
of a leading women’s
magazine,
 
 
“She’s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I’m not here
of my own choosing.”

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