I'm having trouble recalling a
dream.
Instead
I've read
it took 50 bullets to kill a man,
saw a monastary ruined in Syria,
heard about a daughter 's endless sinking
into madness.
I look outside.
There will be
30 million migrating birds
under a gibbous moon tonight.
The lake is so high
you cannot swim at Oostburg,
because of slippery stones.
The bones of a robin and a rabbit
have disappeared into my garden's soil, where
yesterday, an old mulberry stump fell out of the
ground, rotted through.
I've read
it took 50 bullets to kill a man,
saw a monastary ruined in Syria,
heard about a daughter 's endless sinking
into madness.
I look outside.
There will be
30 million migrating birds
under a gibbous moon tonight.
The lake is so high
you cannot swim at Oostburg,
because of slippery stones.
The bones of a robin and a rabbit
have disappeared into my garden's soil, where
yesterday, an old mulberry stump fell out of the
ground, rotted through.
You cannot calculate the depth of death,
or the will to it, of it,
the power it inspires in some hearts.
or the will to it, of it,
the power it inspires in some hearts.
Oh yes.
My dream.
I saw a roll of plastic tape
unwinding in the wind:
"Caution, Caution". it said.
