The Age of The Deer

The Age of The Deer


Tell me what this means

I see and hear it in my hands and still
there is only silence
A language that tells me nothing

I turn it and see only a fox
This is no fix

I turn it and still
no fix


Tell me what this means

turn this language 
into my hands
a language of nothing
but my hands

tell me what 
this means
and help me
help you
hear it

fix this

turn all that was
me into words
and all that was
you into breath

scattered as they are 
now, our ribs
are no longer 
forced to live
in a cage

turn this language
into exhale into
a language of nothing
but air and ash

there is only
a fox, 

			see,
only silence.