33. wind surgery

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The haunted world of Muscut.

Oberon. Que Sera, Sera.

Titania. Move Over, Darling.

Umbriel. Secret Love.

Ariel. Autumn Leaves.

Miranda. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps.

a grinding sound & a flash
apart by this duration

warm & muggy at Imbolc
subfusc but nothing, not now

aroma of just-cut gas
& a prompt sinus attack

a waly mask would absorb
would allow would justify

sky with only looming storm
our lack of word for this

our lack of a word for war
so invisibly constant

flashing saffron · slowly i
approach my known turning

big dog, small child, a pallid
pig of burning-rigid clay

assassin of purloinings
word row by thrifty word row

to go on coping, as if
our local sanity counts

things built for a world now lost
all but its glowing story

Tasmania is burning
& will not grow back that soon

dust of stars long storying
bringing at last abrupt calm

winking crimson-azury
parkinglot cop inaction

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