bellies full of fire
hands a tremulous quiver
mouths poised to hail heaven
fat with implicit awareness
here we are
but first:
lightning so brilliant it burns
permanence in instance
so much changes so quickly
in thunderclap wake
there is only the long last
exhaustive rasp against silent sky
rapture answers praise with oblivion
the word place,
as in to be in one,
ceases to have meaning
