"As it slices this day away" - written 12 May 2016 - just find it weird how heavily punctuated this is when now I hardly use any punctuation at all - guess my style changes every couple of years - this is also syllabic, with seven syllables per line, and I am not focusing so much on syllabic verse anymore


As it slices this day away

It is as a loud screeching,
continuous, percussive
in its ferocious rhythmic

stabbing, from the beak and lungs
of an aircraft-size bird of
prey pursued in wild, dipping,

circling, zig-zagging, mad, and
evasive trajectories
by angry, beastly grieving

small seed- and insect-feeders,
scattering frantic peeps and
squeals barely audible to

an audience looking up from
ground-level, slices this day away
from its calm, breezy morning

and leaves visions of battle,
murder, plunder in air and
ear—a scar, somewhere, later.

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