Spring
hops in on robin's feet
And wrestles in the rain
Old winter like the aging crow
In black and silent pain;
The
predatory snail lurks near
On muscled slimied toe
Climbs the thorny sapling cane
To chew the early rose;
The
shrouded husk of caterpillar
Explodes in butterfly;
The newborn beastie in the grass
Blinks a light-socked eye.
The
suckling pig is also new
And ready for the spit
So thrust him through with green spring
wood
And roast him in the pit.
Life is
not forever
We cannot hope to cling
So tear with teeth the roasty haunch
In robin-footed spring.
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