Proverbial Inheritance

Proverbial Inheritance

(On Mother Love)

So for the crow the chick is

white, for white she sees like

the fair light of stars, never

the dark of matter, as if evil

alone were unconstitutional

and all else flesh to the bone.

And so she looks to home

with relative sight, and leads

her sons to corpses,

white light to white light.

(On Perseverance)

Sure you'll crack the egg

if you hit it hard enough ,

make something of yourself

from something dead, but

what is seen by the purblind

is clearly ill defined by

the smashing of boundaries.

(On Bridges)

Indeed there is a call for bridges

between the leadership of men and

the blind mothers, like to the call for

a bridge to the soul and the alternative

to mathematical equations of space-time

physics, in the building of such bridges,

is the matter that's implicit in the

singular affections of crows.