I am the wisest animal.
I always stayed in the most important sense
right where I am.

Blind bow spirit,

                           my mother,

                                               Beatrice

I miss the misery. I knew I would, even as I leaped
away from my brother to the tribal drumming
of my heart: Britain was more ancient then, the stones

We talk about our seizures and rate them on a scale from one to ten. Most of us are in the four to six (average) range, but you do see a few eights and nines (exceptional) wandering about with haughty expressions and gold-plated tongue-depressors placed jauntily in their breast pockets.

Stars are tears falling with light inside.
In the moon, they say, is a sea of tears.
It is well known that the wind weeps.

How all things shatter, fall away, and break.
In this time of my great happiness I pass
And repass the gates of the Holy Ghost

Yes, you and I will meet someday
in the tourist section of the astral plane. We’ll float
like heavenly barges and spit

My grandfather told me I
was one of the oldest living creatures.

The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bells
For seven in the morning. He is all the steeples
In the town calling for whatever this day must be new made.

Something hopeful is about to happen,
the shepherd informed. The last train

out of town toots in the background.