Forth A Raven
In the dream, we take god out of the attic and put back the birds,
higher than human
but horizontal, the whole of their bodies
is ahead, hazarded
like a question. Every question
I have ever asked could be ground down to
Do you love me? Will I die?
To which the birds reply,
We came in full view
of an island
or continent, for we knew
not whether.
The Primer
She said, I love you.
He said nothing.
As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up.
In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.
