Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Course Reading Wednesdays

His trail glows clear -- like a track of fire.
Invisible and silent -- the spoor
Of the polluted man.
The smell of his mother's womb clings to his heels
And sweats from his instep.
Plain as the blood-slashed route of a wounded stag
In the noses of the hounds.

1 comment:

momeester said...

Motherless Athena will sort it all out. Wish I could be there next week.