Susan Musgrave
invocation
Listen.
It is too late
for sleep - nothing escapes
the conscience of the
damned. Listen.
There is no reason
for pain - pain began
when life
ceased.
I draw you in.
I wait.
One by one
the animals are
leaving.
When they go
it is something I see:
there are no
choices.
The animals have slept
too long, have
listened
too closely. They
creep away,
their wounds like
bridges from one past
over another.
The animals know
safety is a
fool's heaven,
forests
are for dying in.
My grey ones,
my broken ones,
stealth is no
virtue when it comes to
being lost.
I know you are
happy
I know your bones are
sacred.
Listen
it is too late for
anything -
I cannot provide for
more.
I wait.
I wonder.
What secrets do you have
to surrender -
where do you go
that it is
for ever?
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