Marcus Myers
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Red-Tailed Hawk's Monologue

I am more or less your spirit in strife.
When I lift their small bodies in my clutch.
When I see capital-B beings as ingestible facts.
I am not the wolf you fear who’ll fear you yet.
I am a face you cannot unhood in full sun.
From afar I make an indelible signature twitch
             in red quill.
Like you on your post I win or err and never tire
             ​of hunger.
But I am all that and a sack of rabbits.
If nothing else I am this field of vision.

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Marcus Myers lives in Kansas City, MO, where he teaches and serves as a co-founding and managing editor of Bear Review. Author of Cloud Sanctum (Bottle Cap Press, 2022), his poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from The Common, The Cortland Review, The Florida Review, Hunger Mountain, The Laurel Review, Mid-American Review, Poetry South, RHINO, Salt Hill, South Florida Poetry Review, Sink Review, Tar River Poetry, Windfall Room and elsewhere.