Their feet are wide. They're heavy. They will crush your rigid edges
on their way to your good river. After downpours
you will no longer suffer drowning floods. There will be pools and tributaries, then
ground nesting birds.
But first you must decide to cart them in and they are wild
and heavy. They will crush your rigid edges.
And do you have enough
for them to eat? Is your grass tall? Will it mat for them to sleep; huge and black inside your huge, black night?
Is it time?
Their ribs spread. Your air inside them,
outside. You'll never know
them with your hands. They won't know you. This will will be your new devotion: