meditations of the beast

burrowing toward center

in the darkness,
the smell of jade-green forest

and sunset, the smell
even of a sun-warmed feather

a bird dropped
in exploding
cacophonous
from a treetop

the swirl of wings
the sky's metonym
and the choked stomach
of the earth

and the water flowed
like diamonds.

this was the blood in the vein.
i looked up

and i said your word.