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.â?
Richard Brautigan
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