Mourning FKP or Small Business Administration

The aluminum roof sighed

Under a moon seeming to shake

From side to side

Like the great god flinching.

Feathers bloomed around the yard

As though each hen had blown apart

And left its own story about it.

Coyote bellies swayed

Swollen along the sand trails

As clouds roiled over fleshy mountains

Still the warm and seeming to breathe.