Dear fish heartbeat,
I can no longer hear you, though you
golden and glimmer, pulse in the low waters of the Kentucky pond,
with its frozen lip you have slowed to the turn of a ballerina on her
last, toed revolution, have slowed like a forced waltz, a dying hyena
beside the river. Dear fish heartbeat I can not feel your beat in my
body the way I once could when I passed all the raped-of-tree
fields. Dear fish heartbeat, I wail
like a pack of wolves whove lost their leader, but, light coming,
must go; for they can not carry her in their mouths. Dear fish heartbeat the dog
curls warm in my lap; I miss you.
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