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Fig. 24 Eye for an Eye

Fig. 24

Eye for an Eye

Would you listen to me?

LEAVE THE FIGS ALONE!

Crow cast an eye at my eye

Held it tight

And pulled the last ripe Fig…

BAM!

In a Figment of my imagination

I Shot the damn bird

And watched it rain black feathers

In a Glorious

Black dance

Against the summer blue sky

Heat

Waves

Rippled

The black feathers

So they spun like

Tightly tethered kites

Their trajectory changing

Rapidly

As did my soul’s

Which Darkened

My Blue eyes now Black

An Eye for an Eye

I made a big fat fig tart

And

Crowed about it.

Buddha sat under

My Fig tree

And shook his head.

Of course

He never tasted my fig tart.