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Today's poem is by Caroline Manring

How to Go Extinct
       

A birdís mouth is its gape.
As when
young beg.

No one let us go awry;
we just got some heavy focus on
& failed to write
home.

We found a pasture
& delivered ourselves
into it
unprepared. We found

things happen
before our hands
untwist

the wire.



Copyright © 2014 Caroline Manring All rights reserved
from Manual for Extinction
The National Poetry Review Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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