The eagle splays her talons.
She takes all of the thick diamonds.
Morbid tomatoes wandering around.
Big, yellow containers stripping
All of the evergreens.
The elegant chastising rhythm.
Metal-like lemon mush,
Mechanical breathing machine
Whistles in a deep tone.
Searching for names, searching for reasons.
Watermelon compresses between fingers.
The memories are of misery,
And wishing for death.
Nothing can be recovered by the cobra
Canisters floating on the dead trees.
Years of Jack Daniels
Have sprayed the gray pigeon shit
Over all that keeps me safe.