January 14, 2007


by accident
we stumbled upon the last breath
and knelt down
our one good ear tight against its lips
and rotted teeth

we could not tell
if it was night or the eclipsing sun

but from somewhere deep within its wound
we heard drums
and a circle of clapping bones closing in

again the woolly mammoth being roused
from its black slumbering dust

crude figures of men with sticks
and mud-sling barrows
illumined the cankerous mouth

—Craig Czury
from GOD’S SHINY GLASS EYE, FootHills Publishing. 2005,

Posted by dwaber at January 14, 2007 02:29 PM