fragment #2

lions growling

fear rings and echoes through the plain

sounds carve across the verge in naked horror

thoughts spun wild from milky eyes

goodness, spirit chimes in starry flashes

on the boiling black turf

but reptilian fear surfaces

again and again

and crawls on

leaving prints of red anger

and at noon

slippery and darting to gaps in the earth

hiding from the preying sun

and waiting to spin an eye into shadow

to drown the shoots of conscience in curling madness

i know that mine are not mine

that my eye talks before it can see

and brain screams before it can hear