Drunk on the wind in my mouth,Wringing the handlebar for speed,Wild to be wreckage forever.

Dust fanned in scraped puffs from the earthBetween his arms, and blood turned his face inside out,To demonstrate its supplenessOf veins, as he perfected his role.

It was something like loveFrom another world that seized herFrom behind, and she gave, not lifting her headOut of dew, without ever looking, her bestSelf to that great need.

I saw for a blazing momentThe great grassy world from both sides,Man and beast in the round of their need.

I have just come down from my father.Higher and higher he liesAbove me in a blue lightShed by a tinted window.

With the plane nowhere and her body taking by the throatThe undying cry of the void falling living beginning to be somethingThat no one has ever been and lived through screaming without enough air.

She is watching her country lose its evoked master shape watching it loseAnd gain get back its houses and peoples watching it bring upIts local lights single homes lamps on barn roofs.

Here they are. The soft eyes open.If they have lived in a woodIt is a wood.If they have lived on plainsIt is grass rollingUnder their feet forever.

These hunt, as they have doneBut with claws and teeth grown perfect,More deadly than they can believe.

Those that are huntedKnow this as their life,Their reward: to walkUnder such trees in full knowledgeOf what is in glory above them,And to feel no fear.