When day fails, search by flashlight:
don't let the lambs get into the field & wrong the crop
The sheep in eclipse, the wool in shadow
Goodbye to them as they complain
You pinch the edges of a tablet—your sleeping pill
feels like chastisement
(because you cannot swallow)
Night, where one becomes one hundred
& rain fills the craters
& the herd fords the flood
Goodbye to them as they complain
The flock in cataract, the indistinct fighting for sun-
flowers
(Behold the Lambs!)
With your crook, you immerse the wayward
& the Badlands drink them in
