06/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #dead #sheep #grass #napowrimo

dead sheep in the grass

                       haunch polecat picked -
a butterfly suns it's wings
on a bed of off white fleece

                      - through the hole
                      green-fly guts

                      femur licked clean
bone mottled stage prop
invites profane inspection -


by the time I prepare the camera
    the butterfly has flown
without pathos
    only - pornography - lies