by Francine Marie Tolf
We have lost our ability to name.
We say collateral damage, downsizing, factory farm.
Error in judgment. Extraordinary rendition.
We say sky, but we don’t mean it.
We say antelope, owl,
as if these words had power.
As if the names of animals hadn’t long fled
back into animals,
where they pulse like dark suns.
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