Then out of the darkness leapt a bare hand that stroked my brow, "Come along, child; stretch out your feet under the blanket. Darkness will give you back, unremembering. Do not be afraid." So I put down my book and pushed like a finger through sheer silk, the autobiographical part of me, the am, snatched up to a
The pony and the deer are trapped by tanks,
and the lady with the guitar is sad beyond words.
Hurtling across the sky, a missile has mistaken
a vehicle for a helicopter, exploding in a ball
of white flame. Upside-down birds—red specks
of knotted wool—glow above the sideways trees.
Hidden among plants, a barefooted boy waits—
like the divine coroner—aiming his rifle at something,
enjoying the attentions of a gray doggy, or maybe
there’s a bullet already in his head.