Cirrus

~ johnbrandall

The cirrus points to god

     like a unicorn’s horn

          in a quiet, curling way.

Through it fall

     two eagles fucking

          on the carcasse of a lion.

Nothing like wind,

     and cold,

          to separate ash

               from its embers.

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