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Coyote Supermoon

Her desert
teases wildness
under my door
grinding orphans
from broken teeth
to the choke of threadbare stars

She hangs--
drum skin pale
deader than salt and straw
cold lesson crooned
for tiny men
their tallest dreams
no bigger than a grain...

And never louder
than the silence
of her scream
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 7th May 2012
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