Alleluias of the Red Tail
Drive, fleck-breasted bullet, down.
Plummet, plunge, pierce-eyed plume.
Test the aim of talons, bow-string taut.
Lay siege my word-lack, lackluster
Language, razor-wing; rend wide
The curtain-sky, slice cloud-veils.
Pounce, grasp mouse and mole, rapt,
Fear-stunned, mumbling close among
Furrowed wheat and fallow. Rise, raise
Me, mouse, groundling, in your gullet,
Dying at your every word-wing beat.
In fire-hunger, aery alchemist, consume.
In the heat of heart-blood, I, convert,
Will become body, embodied, bidden
Voice, your throat’s cry, here to hail,
Call, declare you, your dominion,
Draw into chorusing your choirs,
Singing winging your alleluias.
Bellowing Ark. March/April, 2003, p.9.