Vulning

 

Bind allure in vines that twist.

Leda waits a different bill.

Wings and swelling quicken art.

Pen is longer, knife cuts short.

Cities sprawl like odalisque.

Tide and cloud enfold the hill

scarified for fruit in dirt.

Feed the children. Milk will spill.

Holy word on tawny bluff,

stolen beauty, vengeful sack,

canyons burn and stones unstack.

Write and bleed and doubt enough.