American Cavewall Sonnet

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Wolf milk and wilderness                  America. Romulus and Remus built                 a city but it couldn’t hide the animal in their hearts: a river-child discovers blood when he searches for a blessing. Hold your motherland in your mouth, all marble and doomed, a single lozenge of loss. Heaven fell into the pond and killed all the fish. Even in the shape of a boy I can wear the morning. Daisies behind my ear. Minutes thin gold arm hairs. Blackberry vine tied around my wrist. Under this field is the only battle my father lost. Place your ear right here        if you want to listen [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]