I Hate Poetry

No, really, I do. I hate it. But, you know, there are a couple that don't make me want to vomit. The following by Octavio Paz is one of them.

"Bird's Eye View"
for Guillermo Sucre


Furiously
it whirls around
over a reflection
falls
in a straight line
clear-cut
whiteness
ascends
the beak now blood-red
scattered salt
scarcely a line
as it falls
straight
your glance
over this page
dissolved