Huddle on the Edge of Horizons
(for Ovis canadensis)
1.
Even if you fall
break a thousand horns
from your skulls
I’ll circle
into the cornucopias of grapes,
oranges, bananas,
corn, and eat
until tomorrow.
2.
Blow
to the top of Mt. Evans
until I hallucinate.
Your ghosts
rut
grunt
thrust
suckle
pass me
on their way to the stars.
3.
A massive,
tangled love,
bones collide,
burst from horns’
thrum-drum.
4.
Horns of the past
sprawl over grassy fields
kicked by the heals of sheep and cattle.
Nudge me in my sleep.
I take one
pour
pour
pour
5.
All I want
is to scramble
up a rocky cliff
and escape
from a kill
or die--
for love.
6.
Huddle
on the edge of horizons,
bathe me with your
golden eyes.
The eyes!
They will go on
scanning
and I
look vertical--
