THE BLACK SNAKE
Like lightening, the black snake
Flashed onto the road
The truck could not swerve
That was how it happened
Now it lies looped and useless
As an old bicycle tyre
I stopped the truck
And carried it into the bush.
There he, lay cool and gleaming
As a braided whip
Very beautiful and very
quiet.
As a dead brother,
I left him under the leaves
And drove on thinking
About death and its suddenness
Its terrible weight
Its certainty and reality
Reason burns a bright fire
Which the bones have always preferred
The story of good fortune
It says to oblivion: “Not me!”
It is the light at centre of every shell
It is what sent the snake coiling back
And flowing forward
As it springs through the green leaves
Happily, it came onto the road again.
THE MEADOW MOUSE
In a shoe box,
In an old nylon stocking stuffed,
Sleeps the baby mouse.
Found in the meadows
Where it trembled
And shook beneath
a stick
Till I caught him by the tail
And brought him in.
Cradled in my hand
A little squealer,
Whole body trembling.
His absurd whiskers
Tickling, like in cartoons
Feet like small leaves
Little lizard feet
Spread wide as he tried to bolt
Wriggling like a frightened puppy
Now, he’s eaten three kinds of cheese
And drunk from a bottle cap
So much, he just lies in a corner
Tail coiled under him
Belly, big as his head
His bat-like ears
Twitching and tilting towards no sound.
Do I imagine he no longer trembles?
I come close to him,
He seems no longer to tremble.
But this morning,
The shoe box on the porch is empty
Where has he gone?
My meadow mouse
My thumb of a child
That muzzles my palm
To run under the hawk’s wing
Under he watch of scavenging owl
Viewing from the elm-tree
To live by courtesy of the strike
The snake or tom-cat
I think of the nestling
Fallen into the deep grass.
The turtle grasping,
In the dusty rubble of the highway.
The paralytic stunned in the tub,
And the water rising.
All things innocent,
Hapless,forsaken.