(To Lilith Lorraine)
On the rim of chaos
my ear was cupped
to hear hoofbeats on a country road
but I heard a new bird singing.
Piercing as a naked scimitar
cleaving the housewife warblings of the wrens
came its new song.
Its tongued lightning,
its sundering bass,
deep with the thunder of the gods,
shook my Jerico-walls of apathy
until they crumbled--
Through my trembling skeleton
I saw the world.
I heard a new bird singing,
merging its song with the Eagle's scream
until in exultant crescendo
it mingled with the shriek of shattered patterns.
