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7.92
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zoo
day
and/or
one
more attempt on the platypus
it’s
every animal makes a world
from
all the worlds there are
they
suffer me to come
an arksworth
here we are
hello
to the feathers
and
raise up a wing
I shit
where I stand
wouldn’t
you?
you
do?
o
creature!
dive
to dip and lift
shake
out
call
it tentative quizzic
it’s
every least hollow here
it’s
every stone a home
these
dearly beloved
gathered
here
they
plot but lack the freedom word
ask
the roos why won’t they hop the fence
ask
birds what height a sky
more
intimate here than at home
even
and despite our best
lots
of singing
it’s
not life as we knew it
the
tinnitus city roar
but we’re
fed
back
there was tooth and claw
some few
of us think to stay
it’s a
life we have
new
country
time
like a grove
and we’re
exempt
plod,
dawdle here
there’s
whirligig over there
bill
and some webbing
fast
as a flash
just a
roll and a turn in the tank
old
crocodile is gone
instead
a mome rath snuffle
slow
to be here
must
be something they put in the food
the
shouting of humans
unaccounted
laughter
that’s
what it’s called
a
taunt
child
picks up a feather for a souvenir
push
off somewhere underfin
or tangle
in a net – that’s death
it’s
every animal makes a world
from
all the worlds there are
it’s
all this weather’s coming for
it’s
all that the sun can touch
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