Slouching Towards Beaverton

Slouching

towards
Beaverton
half
dragged
from one
world
to the next
we glimpse
Leda on her
swan
at the local
drive-in
the audience
gasping horror:
fearful
mutancy
all beak
no wings —
dodo issue
from their
union.
No longer song
only squeak.

-T.C.Buell

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