Frees the Captive
A gypsy moth flutters my cup
of reconstituted orange drink.
Last night a raccoon was flattened
by a patrolling armoured personnel carrier.
One of us is going to have to spatula
the carcass into a dumpster
that isn't burning.
The scan revealed
only that she has
a long repair horizon.
It's true the lyric is merely
an instrument of escape —
like a shiv filed
from a plastic spork.
On my deaf neighbour's land,
the cubs are screaming in a tree.
—Adam Sol
—found in Broken Dawn Blessings (2021)