It swooped from the darkness
\nof the sky.
\nMidnight with blood on it.
\nClaws for ripping the universe
\nto shreds.
\nWildness with the smell of fear,
\nflesh, sour death.
\nI was dumbstruck.
\nI saw what I never expected to see,
\nlife ignited in such power.
\nLove reaching ruthless to the zenith,
\nto be destroyed or lifted beyond.
\nThis great animal should not be here
\nI gasped.<\/p>\n
It was truth beyond this realm
\nof quiet houses.
\nIt roosted on a pole of wires
\nand dark lamps, contemptuous
\nof our creaturehood,
\nwithout its dimensions,
\nits force even in silence.
\nWho were we,
\nbehind our walls and windows,
\ntepid dreams,
\nto this wild spirit of the night?
\nIts eyes consuming the dark
\nas I watched.
\nDid it look at me?
\nSmell the quaking of my flesh,
\nmy longing to follow it,
\nto discover something,
\nbred out of me?
\nA final truth?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It swooped from the darkness of the sky. Midnight with blood on it. Claws for ripping the universe to shreds. Wildness with the smell of…<\/p>\n