Worms, Birds & In Between

The worms that could not up
surface above neat pavements
carpeted floors or cold tiers
find their places in vaults
of Adam’s kin’s blood and flesh

And the birds that could not down
high winds and lofty
crystal skies and perfect sun
are the sole streaking life
in the wild eyes of the dying

And in between the space is what
stretches tight the variable
colors of gravity.

© SSJ, 1979


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