And Job Gilds into a Window Pane
A Full tilt wind dorsals him with Sudden-gust westward
The waves shore up in crashes and whelm the liquid coast
wavering, as in ancient glass, reflects itself only as a Glimmer
Truth telling Tiresias said, I have told you you would hit a Window
that you would kill yourself with yourself,
Nevertheless, Bird said, What is window to a Bird?
if not less than itself, If not the glaring pain of clarity
turned sudden in the blackswift sweeps of Death’s Cloak
mantled on his shoulders, What is a window to the fluttering
heart of a bird bred in a River Bed just North of here
where the sunlight creased an egg creased and crackles of Birth?
How is it you mean Double-man? A window kills me
with the speed of the Black Widow, you mean Spider-invisible
will snatch my life between fangs, wolf fangs will pluck me
from the air? I have fought Wolf, Spider. I won both times
is this how you mean Man-Lady-Man? No Bird
You will die, here in a crash, the sound I have heard echoes like
Buckshot throughout the building and your neck I have seen it
Bow as it meets another neck, your neck against your neck
The Gentle-Snap like a twig as another twig
bows against it in Versus-tension to greet. Your reflection
Narcissus will murder you, and leave your lightless corpse
Flushed with Frosty-Autumnal eddies, hollowed out by time
your Feathers will still envy flight and one by one flutter Westward
Bird I’ve seen the end when Glutton overcomes Stomachs
An Addendum when your pride-Journey is obliterate
Upon windowpane, you Job will suffer most who knows only Pride.
Girl Boy I see your eyes are grayed you may see nothing but Frost
this is not unexpected, good morning, Double-beast Prophet
may you be more peaceful than I may.
Surely not Bird, Surely not.
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