Legibility of earth. Bone’s

clear pelt,

and the swerve of plume-and-weal clouds

in victim air—no longer

to be read.

«When you stop on this road,

the road, from that moment on,

will vanish».

And you knew, then,

that there were two of us: you knew

that from all this flesh of air, I

had found the place

where one word

was growing wild.

Nine months darker, my mouth bores through

the bright ways

that cross with yours. Nine lives

deeper, the cry is still

the same.