Poem 30: Owl Song
a tallow wand
writing in shadow
free cast the moon
an altar deep
in exceeding shallows
of cold
awakened the night
captured eyes
of the catcher
in steel breath
and iron down
on flighted path
of severed star
and branchless course
to death
in concave line
and tearing tree
collecting the hour
passing lame
in corners bled
til the morning
a crying feast
of silvered rain
on dark lawns
copper ringed the day
in rolling waves
of new print
to claim the singer
and the song.
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