Spread-eagled
Under the spreading runway
Pterodactyls struggle to rise.
One day the earth will crack up.
These blunt-nosed
Bleak-eyed blue-winged monsters
Streak into intangibility; stretching…
Strain –
And wings tumbling,
Props whiz,
Wheels spinning,
Stick...
Stick, split.
Out of the mind's fissure shoots
A skin-bone sheet-arm,
Beak breaking…
Back to this horror, this
Madness.
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Loud, visual, and explosive image, Tan. Abrupt and somewhat damning in tone ('earth will crack') . Strong writing. 9 fierce marks. Regards, Gina.