The Double-bed Dream Gallows

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.


I guess as a kind
of advertisement
to other hawks,
saying from the pages
of a leading women-s
magazine,


-She-s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I-m not here
of my own choosing.�

Richard Brautigan The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.