Falcongentle

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Poetry

Submitted: March 23, 2018

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FALCON GENTLE

*The female peregrine falcon

 

Because the falcon's hood lifts,

And feathered Death is underneath,

Because her talons plow your gauntleted

Wrist, and twisted to tear meat the notched

Beak with its whistling nostrils

Clacks, clacks, clacks,

To the west you extend a compliant arm, 

Fearing her blood vigor, bird-murderous

Saffron eyes, Stygian scion of all

Who kill when they must eat.

Her appetite is your own hot-headed hunger.

All that is hooded, rage-red and unspoken.

How your female souls claws, 

Perilous, imminent, raw.

No! Set loose this hostile unthinkable.

Bury her in horizon's shadow, to kill

What pleasures her now to kill. This

Rancorous part of your heretic heart,

Woman. Pray she never swoops back

To attack -- Clack clack -- the warm

Breathy sweet bunny your husband

Thinks you are.

Alexander Guinevere Kern

*Copyright December 1997


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