The First Great Beast

God

Digging the clouds being foaled

By her fresh yellow sun

And baby-blue ocean

 

Lies on her back 

In her green young fields,

Inspired by shapes, wobbling

 

Out of her heavens.

 

Hears the lowing and mewling,

The bellow and roar, 

The thrum of the wings,

The squeak and the grunt, 

 

The sonorous songs in the flash

of the waters

The songs of the night 

strummed

on the lyres of legs

 

Invents poetry

Under a cloud becoming 

The first great beast.  

 

(from Medicine, Foothills Publishing, 2017)

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