On these black roads, in the dark hours
ON THESE BLACK ROADS, IN THE DARK HOURS
On these black roads, in the dark hours
as we try to reach home the wild
animals are there again, with their caught
eyes & their fur not yet touched
& I think this life after all has been
a series of rough collisions
all startled fur, all muscle
stretched for a last great bounding leap
& I think this life after all has been
ringed by so many witnesses
the great eyes staring
& this transparent wing, grief
like a question, that slammed meat
against the wind
shield, oh this damaged clarity
reaching toward us, not quite breaking through
3 Comments:
Another one that made me just. Stop.
I really like, although am getting ready for work and have no thoughtful brain cells awake yet...
Thanks, for stopping me.
Bloody marvelous.
A Bible verse really clanged on my ear with this one and made a pleasing and uneasy resonance: "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us," Hebrews.
I like this one, jarvenpa.
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