by Jane Miller

A massive shadow of hubris
crashes through a universe of thorns

having no feathers but smooth skin
and wingflaps of nearly transparent

lugubrious membrane
there’s lightning by firing of eyes

thunder by flapping of wings
cowboys leaving a trail of moonshine

fire at the heart of it
while the legend disappears

rumors persist of a big dead bird
nailed to a barn with a mighty span unfurled

and several men posed under it for scale

1 thought on “Consciousness

  1. Wow! This may be the origin of consciousness: something that may have been indescribably fabulous now grandiose and excessively sad for having entered a structured realm, “nailed to a barn” with “several men posed under it for scale.” Makes one want to stop thinking. Great job!

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