>[improv for sarah, 12192010927] or [rudhira okha cardame; blood, gauche and light on glass, 3 x 4"]


there are the old tropes
the reaper swinging his grim scowl
a distant, longing victim
chained to posts and deep mercy
vultures contemplating victimhood
their flapping contrapositives 
their lack of teeth does not them lack
but to snuff the fire, the impulse toward flame
even in the prolonged suffering of birth
ignites in a quick jerk and flags between
breaths. they’re abundant and filthy
proud deniers, dirty foxhole diggers 
want what they want and what do they want.