Oh! Thunderbird of Great
expectations
Oh! Swabs of medical cotton
Oh! Wisps of old gandmother’s
hair
Oh! Protector of Life, lush and
green
Oh! Sweet foliage of Sky-ocean
Oh! Shaper of dreams and thoughts
Your patriarchal white cousin was
Immovable
Dense
Horizontal
Lipping the human horizon
He is gone now, quick, look!
Wisped or poured from a ghost
vessel.
You morph ribbed roads and
pelican wings
Claiming the dazing disc of a
sheeny sun
You run unseen
Soft-hearted
Criminal
Who can catch you?
Not even the Sky on a clear blue
day
The wind throws your torso in
tumults
Fleshing you out, marble clay,
The wind raises you
Or drops your dead weight
Upon cranky shoulders of
mountains
You charge in blind rage
Often a fat grey blur
The blackening eyebrows
Darkening halls and kitchens
Of your step-sons and daughters
You are fair today
Sweeping layers of smooth hairs
You are rooting out and fleeing
now
There’s a shiny bald head now
With no hairs.
