THERE IS NOTHING MORE ABSTRACT

There is nothing more abstract

than

weather

and sister,

brother and sun,

mud and lover, to the very

eyed

relict

soldiering

into regeneration

on a prehistoric one.

Relative to the makebelieve

are the uninhabitants of

roar

paintings

on a gallows

wall beneath our

last real glaciation.

This is what I’m always

wedding for an

appetite.