From “Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return”

 

       the hill
     appeared
   in many dreams
          never sure if
         it was real
      Melville
    aimed his
  gun at the
 Transcendentalists
   and named it Bartleby
     we can prepare
       our shadows to be
         chewed apart or not
           but the chewing
             will commence
I saw a spider eat a fly
 I saw a praying mantis
  eat the spider
   I did not mean
    to see these things
     the spider caught my eye
      then the spider was gone
      into the green body
     we begin to discern
    waning time as
  seasons through
our organs