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HyperthermHaiku

An atavistic
blood ablution, frozen sharp,
in barbaric ice.

The sun sliced a cut
of cold light onto his face —
a bullet-dry hole.

A frozen wasteland
left behind, village to sea,
I, cold-blooded, stalk.

“Under, then, under the front porch, in the loam
of the burning and smoking land, the de-
foliated, under that pyre of bones, we scrabble,
and struggle together to hear ourselves think.”

— Elizabeth Alexander / “Notes From”