As/Is







12.22.2005


Throat of the Bird

...they came
creeping,
slabber-ing dogs

[thought]

or some lone hyaena
ostracized
from the pack

stalking

a way in,
a way back.

The civilized
days are gone.

Somewhere in nature
a creature is dying...

nowhere in nature
is it written:

"reverence will sustain you".

The snow sets
high, now-

sounds of its silence
deafen the ear,
tightens the throat
of the bird...

sing loud, sing loud
and live.