Near the belching
condensation tanks
off the interchange,
slinks a mammal
with abnormal need
to find a blind
with water to drink
and flapping fish to eat
instead of concrete.
He sheds a scowl
under the amber glow
of buzzing sodium lamps
until veins gather force
like throbbing tributaries
that course from a source
pure in flexing purpose;
despite how we deprive
he drives to survive.
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