When the Grass

tomorrow’s a new day when this night will be forgotten And the light and the might of the eager armies surging to war we’ll have forgotten what the fight had been for and the wind whispers peaceful death over grass reaching for height and the moon in the morning sky and the silver-hot fright which the living things move by driven to flight when the quickening pulse and the mood is just right when the life-shedding earth snake pulls my skin around tight i will cling to the new grass Like the cold morning frost i will sing to the very last i will sing very lost Like the song of the deep sea Like the howl of the stray dog who scours the night streets outlined in the dense fog when the earth overturns itself yet again as it always does when the ends of the universe touch me, soft like my mother’s blood i will change in the darkness like a lady undressing i will cast in my fury every trapping and dressing I will rage in the silent storm I will find peace at last I will blaze across eons I will lie in the grass