City Eclogue Continued
Dozens of cattlebirds of paper fly around
thinking a movie shot
and not that they’re just rubbish light enough
and it’s time for pick up
which will dump them into dance with garbage gulls
who partner themselves
with popular images pages flying
winged magazines;
the humped earth settles up to its horns in mud
roaring then bubbles
of going under cloud air with odor—
this also a local character
a spirit herding its flock of natural decompositions
along a mound made into natural
ground for later their suits sheared into compost for the spin
into garden earth.
Naked, the planet turns itself
into itself in a mirror model-
beautiful it shows its timeless line
for season
from —City Eclogue