A Vulture’s Bone

When flowers bowed their heads for night and hell heaved from infants’ lungs, finger pads pressed on beveled holes along a vulture’s bone.

Three Poems from Chile

I will hide my house next to the zoo, and build it with two streams running through it. I will sneak a mosaic under one stream, a doorway through a cabinet, and a cupboard in a hollowed-out TV set.