How I Was Cured Of Hunting
spied
thrush
in thicket
looking
after
its wound,
a sprig
of therapeutic
o-
re-
ga-
no in its
bleeding
beak.
Separate Entity
A multitude
Of
solitudes, each
Accumulating
Particular
Singular
Concentrates
On what is left
Unsaid
.
Immaterial?
Witness
Scores
of voices
Interlocking over
Bedrock
in
Separate
Congeries
Of air-
Tight
alibis
Of the dead.