Two Poems

Still Life Mechanical

There is no flowering in my mind, no flower names,
no prairies, no plains, no greenery. One tree,
no leaves, two birds. No words for birds.

No fields of gold. No ripe. One hill,
no wave, no roll. I am billboards
& stone. I am all object,

all dress, no bone. No beast, no wild, no
genus, humanoid. All edifice, all lamppost,
no dusk, no star, no sky.
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