Left to my injury, I crucified
a toad, watched his face for any sign of pain.
I saw breathing and a gauze daisy blossom
in his eyes. Hurt when you’re hurt, dogs
know, and tigers, and any tornado. Pick a windstorm
stomping in the yard, knocking on a locked door—
who needs you guys, he uproots all the phlox,
hangs two foxes and a catfish from the spires
of a barbed wire fence.
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