Dream Reconveyed 1

A dream of night-eyed beavers

Three or more of them aflame –

Their carnival-treat tails scuffled 'cross

Busted blocks of 20th century concrete –

Buck-tooth’d spits and hisses drowned

In the sound of falling timber –

Conveyed in the hellish glow

Of the mammals' nostrils and eye sockets –

Untamed, pelts blackened by wildfire,

The colony'd reclaimed one of Man’s broken dams –

And backed me down the bone-dry spillway

Till my heels met the littered riverbed –

And so I remember the smell of mud and smoke

Regardless of whether I was ever there ~

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