lie. They slide into the mind
The way a poet’s blackness can cause
A low refractory sound to trumpet truth:
Like hounds out hunting, or like the peakiest
Of weaknesses can suddenly become
A parasite, like silence. Listen, the warthog,
He comes as he breathes. He cannot flow like
The water mountains drink,
0r swim in the oceans like a seal
But he can be a harbinger of
A happy walkabout about to end.
across the graves of
The long destroyed, listening.