Aug 122011
 
Love this rotten wood as I
love it--stick your whole head
in the stink, be all jaw
to eat of it, forelegs anchors
to keep hunger from sliding
out of range.  Gorgeous!  a grub
has been worming woozily and's
fallen asleep so sweetly it is
delicious, an unspoiled blossom
of the rot.  Caw!--Get off,
crow!  I own this boggy log.
You are not so big yet;  yet
I imagine other woodpiles leaning
just short of collapse nearby nearly
teeming with grubs.  
Caw!  Caw!--Come on, you,
break open your back and fly.

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