Owl Job
In truth, these things are simple
they are human brains
or the tree's knot. It would be
unethical to let such an illusion
grow any further; I know
better than to allow anything
else to take shape. It is
not nice to assume space
I will
not look up I will not
notice the vibrant and feathered
distortions.
I know not what I've done
but what the owl's done
and how she glides
from a holy land
back and forth across
my childhood
but slowly as though
wading through hemoglobin
and dangling
consecrated charms
so close, too close
to my bowed skull
and the one wide eye
of night.
they are human brains
or the tree's knot. It would be
unethical to let such an illusion
grow any further; I know
better than to allow anything
else to take shape. It is
not nice to assume space
I will
not look up I will not
notice the vibrant and feathered
distortions.
I know not what I've done
but what the owl's done
and how she glides
from a holy land
back and forth across
my childhood
but slowly as though
wading through hemoglobin
and dangling
consecrated charms
so close, too close
to my bowed skull
and the one wide eye
of night.