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Harder

If you’re going to storm,

I said, do it harder.

Pummel nests from limbs

and drown the furred things

in their dens. Swell creek

to flood, unhome the fish.

Everything’s gone too cozy.

Winnow, flush. Let’s see

what’s got the will.

Let’s watch what’s tender

choke or breathe. Try

to make a mark on me.