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.