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on strings of bright beads, roads
stretching behind the horizon's neck
and glimpse game birds in shivery quadrilles
hives of bees, memorials to pigs and forgotten
breeds
dogs and parcels of geese stammering
I hunt for you in the alphabet
each letter burdened with sound
it is an abecedarian game we play
what does the sheep say?
the cow?
as we pass familiar shapes
our recognition forever pointing
us toward words
until we think of death
alone in our species
and terrified
we wonder when the road turned?
how?
where are you?
and what does your heart
say now?
A Single Sheep, One Cow
in a day you can reach new worlds
on strings of bright beads, roads
stretching behind the horizon's neck
and glimpse game birds in shivery quadrilles
hives of bees, memorials to pigs and forgotten
breeds
dogs and parcels of geese stammering
I hunt for you in the alphabet
each letter burdened with sound
it is an abecedarian game we play
what does the sheep say?
the cow?
as we pass familiar shapes
our recognition forever pointing
us toward words
until we think of death
alone in our species
and terrified
we wonder when the road turned?
how?
where are you?
and what does your heart
say now?