A Joy of Everything

And somewhere far off on hills, Dwelled deep upon a summit, a dappled ground A cock will again crow to his mates, whisper To the world: in earnest plea or sweetness And soothe a air around and tumult Kindled from the market's navel and someplace Off the ocean's empty belly And be it not sultry darkness dies, Flatulent chirps risen from scant bushes blare Against the sun's rising But for ressurection that drowns life, A stuff which existence be In the misted dawns and sun- scotched grooves, Sky's twitching eye to a swarm Of speckled wings. Let this throw To the world a joy sublime, a feel divine A joy of everything; a joy of flesh__