tense canvas

Tense canvas, taut from young weight
a cocoon ungestating fly to maggot
Robins as Crows above, seeking hot meat
And the biologist in his shelter,
His experiment gone awry and temper—
rather, tempo—            high
as the lawyer sees the pregnant sack – tied from oak to pine – struggle,
she worries that it seeks to birth
but the worm yearns to dig deeper into the womb:
  this above ground burrow
  this weak-willed shelter paling
  white as maggotflesh to the 3-story iron monolith
  whose stories are as follows:
conflict  •  apathy  •  fear
  bottom to top / floor to roof
He restrains Himself, those PhD veins pressing hard despite
His forehead skin’s resilience, attempting to flee
from His wrath—
rather, wrap—    of thoughts,
pockmarks taut as canvas over bone
        this state a result of his
        this State a result of His      desires
taught as a Biologist far from home
 now gladly returned but
     the fly is soft and insolent
           and wingless
        or the wind would carry it
         so the fly is grounded
  the Experiment deemed a failure by
  the Biologist deemed his father    by
  the Lawyer deemed too meek        by
  the Fly doomed to fail                  by
  the Biologist doomed to regress   by
  the Lawyer doomed to not play a role
and the fly would be lunch
to the Robincrow’s insectivoraciousness
if not for the 3 stories of ironic safety
and how many times, how many had He
reprimanded the little retard—
rather, rascal—         do not disrespect
            he does not learn
             He does not earn     such change
the fly becomes maggot
or worm or slug
strung up to oak and pine
nestled and nursing in the calls of Crows,
that natural evening dinner bell

No one retrieves the pet.
and it wonders if it wanted to be retrieved
      in the first place
   Yes/Maybe/but only the first place
those thoughts of second-hand failure
at second wrap the slug
as second-hands tick away and
are minute-hands and
the thoughtwrap is rough and stretched as canvas
              a sort of deep canoe
               this vessel that carries the worm
               these wings that entrance from above
               invisible but apparent against the sky
              blocking the infinite starlight
               in an impossible shape while
               they coalesce around the pet
               a cocoon from which erupts an
               Emperor Moth that IS the worm
               Whose wings are wide and tall
               Taller than all 3 stories
              Wider than any Crow’s beak
               First and best at all contests
               Respectful and respected
               Powerful, relentless, inconsolable
               Feared and served by all
              Eradicator of Biologists and Experiments
               Prohibitor of Science and Law

until the fly wakes to Robincalls
on the third floor, among his fresh sheets
white as starlight wings, washed and starched, rough and taut as

2016

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