Birdwolf is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online epic poem written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next stanza or section of the poem each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that the installment should build from the previous section’s content and form, and that contributions should range between 8 and 24 lines or be a visual work).
Follow the entire epic poem here: Birdwolf.
The thirteenth installment is presented this week by Joe Milazzo.
XIII.
Birdwolf: diet of self and averaged elements.
Glutton Birdwolf x-rayed a buttercup and
Mekoned Sister Cicada into chirruping
acclimatizations. Fiend Birdwolf, who
dashed all his vigor against the banks
of the bog where fractal tadpoles once sang
of ancestral gloom. What he didn’t owe
he could not vow, and not one word besides. Birdwolf,
hobbled doorway to optimism, oblong window
on planets of cropped anecdote. The gypsies and
borers of Insinuated Birdwolf, his ornate prickles appley
as his ever-rubrical grasp, Unctuous Birdwolf the meniscus
in the face of every pilgrim, every orphan, every swing
set at night, every lancet. In the pomerium of Birdwolf’s bodice,
that’s where you’ll meet My Birdwolf, most Exact,
most Unbeknownst: name him in the thrall
refilling your thirst, the captain
refracting your plasticities, the suspicious succor
sighing untouchable urgings over all your gratuities.
