blood and soil

April 12, 2009

(draft)

When your steps pluck a bassline
With a dog or two whipping ahead through fields
In sunshine and snow, threatening sky and thunder
It is very hard not to feel glad in heart and limb 

It may occur along the greatest of oceans
Through rubble and sand and man and fish
Or follow a tense ten blocks toward
The park, at last! with grass underfoot and tree.

This is a song that mounts my soul day and night
I have dreamed of the simplicity of a pack. Being 
Low to the ground in a run, a tail, teeth, snout, howl.
I am a human girl with things to make and think.

I am a human girl with things to adore and feel.
Like evolution, leaking from my pores on trains
Like ears rising while the mind narrows, expands.
 The roos idle and ponder in the apartment, then
I am in the door, human and ready to be blood and soil.

 

april 09 

 

 

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