Is there a secret map of the lives of men
In the slow drift of stars and clouds of stars?
Can I build a house out of hydrogen

The mind, tossing, tosses out new sounds,
or the same sounds thought different, continually,

This vast meandering flat-bottomed gully
much smaller than a valley, with a hump
of rock spined all its length is home to—what,

Musk is a scent derived from a deer gland
that resembles a human scrotum
and thousands of years ago, in Sanskrit,

They grew in our backyard, the Bartlett and the Gestler
and though now I know trees aren’t sexual like us,
I didn’t know what sexual meant, I only knew what all five-year-olds knew,

The guinea hen of Manalapan
has a wattle like a turkey, but cut short.
Her feathers have spots like streaked paint.

It could take from Monday to Thursday
and three horses. The ink was unstable,
the characters cramped, the paper tore where it creased.

Henry Ford boasted
there would be no Egyptian mummies in his museum.

Horses with wings and horses with shoes.
White stallions sacrificed to Roman gods.
Scythian kings buried with fifty horses.

Somewhere (where) in between say 
Index and middle fingers, to one day- 
Wake up and find growing a new rather