Herds of Humans
Look in the eye of the dolphin,
the eye of the rat. The animals know
what we decline to know.
Herds of displaced humans
arm themselves against as many
kinds of death as they can imagine.
Cloud death.
Death of the trees.
Death of all the laws.
The four winds wince when they pass
too close to a blade, too close
to a fragment of bone or glass.
Here comes a feral dog, drawn by
the fat in the fire, a little taste of it,
a lick of it, a scrap, a bone.
– Chase Twichell
Things as It Is Chase Twichell Paperback | Oct 2018 in store$17.10
