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I saw the javelina from afar

It looked familiar    like a neighbor

eating rocks

at the edge of the grass,    framed by the grass

and several barrels of patriotic flowers


The javelina’s front leg was wounded    It hobbled

across the parking lot

to the wash

where it was invited by the shadows

to die    or await the feral weathervane


All mammals grieve, but lack the muscles

to make us feel

the tenderness of the inhuman


Some people let whichever organism is least

apprehensible in its simplicity


into the splayed gut

fall over    turn into broth


Some people stand where the wounded stood

and grow ornate

with a sense of terrestrial connection

each organism shapes

with its transition