I can feel you glowering there through my eyes,
Red man of meat, puppet-sinews pulled taut,
I stamp my foot, shiny steak slapping the linoleum--
If you'd just shift slightly to one side,
I could see who it is standing behind you--
You see through me; but you, Adamah, are opaque.
The work of sunrise, launching it's slicing rays
Under heaven's sixth rib,
Mimicking my grandmother hacking away
In the Christmas kitchen;
The moon-kestrels cry,
The star-geese flock--
They touch the earth like a dolphin's leap,
Then sink in the glow of your body's underworld.
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