true we may surmise
how a knife hatched
out of meat
should fledge
span with blade
then unexpectedly
take flight onto some sill
moult there with clutch
of fist falling from it
arm with balance
of muscles altering
to lift and lay
its murderous
intent and disturbed
dreams and brood
how everything broken
so they say points
to the unbroken
forgetful is it of what did
the breaking as I witness
my own loathing
and desire walk
through the dreaming
labyrinth of my child
while detailed depositions state
how further on
within the wood
whose skew bent
registers which wind
prevails itself perpetually
ragged and worn
from ocean breath
and sun and every flame
it quenched in its far
fetch the bright axe
blossom suddenly
the long bones lever
up from it like anthers
and beyond the startling
calyx of teeth
an avid buzzing perishable
fruit set thicken
and disintegrate
to load with sweet