Song
You know that it is there, lair where the bear ceases for a time even to exist. Crawl in. You have at last killed enough and eaten enough to be fat enough to cease for a time to exist. Crawl in. It takes talent to live at night, and scorning others you had that talent, but now you sniff the season when you must cease to exist. Crawl in. Whatever for good or ill grows within you needs you for a time to cease to exist. It is not raining inside tonight. You know that it is there. Crawl in.
Credit
Copyright © 2005 by Frank Bidart. From Star Dust. Reprinted with permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux.
Date Published
01/01/2005