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Unlike For Example The Sound Of A Riptooth Saw

Written by: Thomas Lux | Biography
 gnawing through a shinbone, a high howl
inside of which a bloody, slashed-by-growls note
is heard, unlike that
sound, and instead, its opposite: a barely sounded
sound (put your nuclear ears
on for it, your giant hearing horn, its cornucopia mouth
wide) -- a slippery whoosh of rain
sliding down a mirror
leaned against a windfallen tree stump, the sound
a child's head makes
falling against his mother's breast,
or the sound, from a mile away, as the town undertaker
lets Grammy's wrist
slip from his grip
and fall to the shiny table.
And, if you turn your head just right and open all your ears, you might hear this finest sound, this lost sound: a plow's silvery prow cleaving the earth (your finger dragging through milk, a razor cutting silk) like a clipper ship cuts the sea.
If you do hear this sound, then follow it with your ear and also your eye as it and the tractor that pulls it disappear over a hill until it is no sound at all, until it comes back over the hill again, again dragging its furrow, its ground-rhythm, its wide open throat, behind it.



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