I WILL SINK

I will sink my teeth down to your bare bones
Which I will play like the keys

Of my keyboard, and your dark cries
Will rise through the blue air

Like long black notes.
No, I said, wait, I said,

Hunt me as the owl hunts the house
In the windy dark among the darker trees

The mouse who turns his head and sees
Two yellow moons which trail his way,

Who, whe caught, in claws swiftly climbs the sky,
And in the owl's beak each of his tiny bones

Will know itself precious beyond all price,
So, as his heart flutters way,

As a tree's last leaves sing not of pain,
But of himself, his joy,

Hunt me as the snake hunts
So that death is only a sharp sting,

A reminder that in the soft clover,
Under the warm sun, like cold, sharp stones,

Knowledge soon put off in the warm sun
As a snake puts off its skin,

Put off like clothes put off in sleep,
While in the dream, the sun grows big and close,

The bees buzz close and loom like suns
And all the days

Rise from my mouth like butterflies
As I sink deeper into the dream,

And he said,
I have waited,

You are deep within the dream
As a seed is deep within the fruit,

Owl, mouse, doe and deer,
We have eaten you.