Residue of an Old World
(Edit #3)
Out comes a thing
That protrudes
In the night!...
...Head like the
Nose
On a clown,
As it slides...
...Is it a ship
Docking?...
...Is it a bow,
Slicing the violin
Through frigid
Air flow?...
...This is all
Puzzlement!...
...The night bird
Arrives
Only to study what
Slithers tonight.
Other live brutes
Shuffle out of
Their dens...
...Weasels, and
Bandicoots,
Still on the mend,
Now full of new inquiry
That drives them
Out...
...This wet, naked
Animal...
...What is it about?...
As exotic as anything...
...The alien child...
A deportee creature,
That was darkly exiled
Has landed somewheres
In a ball of hot flame...
...Now the wounded
Inhabitant...
He is all
That remains.
Cringes in fear,
As a fawn dips
Her head,
And licks his
Long arm where
Blue
Blood has
Been bled...
...He who knows
Naught...
Just a babe
In the woods...
His belly is
Growling...
...Those red berries
Look good,
And the pink thing
That zigzags
Through dirt
Could taste nice...
...It’s a crash course
With learning,
While the first shreds
Of light
Expose his plum skin to
A place that’s so new...
...With eyes
Wide as saucers,
He elongates
His view
By mounting
A hill
Gazing over a lake...
...It is all there
Before him!...
Wild beauty collects
In his heart, and
Insides
Like a thousand
Insects.
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