(C) copyright 12-11-2010 by 45 mike
I’m not listening to silence
not listening to the roar.
I’m listening to a single voice
only mine forever more.
I’m not shouting into silence
not shouting to the roar.
I’m shouting with a single voice
only mine forever more.
The wolf is curled up
at my feet.
The lioness by the stove.
The cheetah top the microwave
head of deer frozen on my floor.
She’s not asking for silence
not asking for a roar.
She asks for nothing
everything and more.
The shocking gaze,
the pasty glaze,
dead eyes staring at the world
head of deer, thawing on my floor.