other animals

for a time I hunted a tune and walked 
the parched steppe far from the clusters of white  
towers and I know there are fine folk there 
I won’t mumble the educational 
-industrial complex. Some of  

its products do not fail to amuse and 
inspire. But my stock of sharpened reeds, soot 
knucklebones, and, please, let me start again. 
There is fear of water, whirlpool, 

and her of the cave on the way to the 
singers who will soon break you down to the 
up and rebuild you in the style of a 

prevailing house as part of its wall and 
another wall and waves always higher