Spirit Is a Bone
And Other Poems
On the Generation of Animals
To beget with a cloacal kiss
Is the apex of avian bliss.
Crows do it.
Owls do it.
Even sopping waterfowls do it.
And unlike the fish who discharges his milt from afar on the e…
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