Remus and Retards
Dull clank, crockery
I stack on the shelf,
glass lid upside-down on its Corningware
As I catch sight
through the streaked window
of a flock, a loosening knot:
Blackbirds starting towards the gray, fading West --
some unholy Roman omen,
too good for Etruscans at rest.
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