And they came creeping,
slabber-ing dogs or a lone hyena
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 written:
"reverence will sustain you".
The snow sets, high, now,
sounds of its silence
deafen the ear, tightens
the throat of the bird
that sings loud, that sings
loud and lives.
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