two grey kittens
chasing ground twinkles
under the oak tree
[A 'found' sijo]
He laid the chicken down on the stump,
raised an axe, and cut.
The body did its dance,
I watched the severing.
How swiftly connections melt,
how deep and black is space. Blood spilled
.....From a short story, "Black Swans," Lauren Slater, Missouri Review 19:1 1996; (found by Larry Gross);
When the caterpillar weaves its tomb
and says a silken farewell,
does some far off voice murmur womb,
womb into its burial strands?
In wildest imagination,
does it dream of flying?
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