doxology

And Ever Shall Be
Brass knuckles
“Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et in semper,
et in sæcula sæculorum.” – Latin Doxology

three deer
a yearling
buck and doe
breathe small breaths
in the pre dawn
moon light
as some crow
with remembered
sleek black
feathers
and a scimitar beak
flapping its wings
dark flags
in the dark

closer
two arm lengths
in the tree just over
the fence

a pair of owls
larger than cats
black marbled
eyes
reflect stars
like flying backwards
murderous inspirations
murderous inspirations inspirations
murderous inspirations even they fly from
the susurrus inspirations
of cars
of cars
of cars
of cars
of cars of cars

and sickly trees
rooted in dry tangle grass
uncurling their leaves for
morning sunlight as
the wheels and engines
the wheels and engines
hum a doxology
for crows
dawn and
the waking
carrion eaters
will get hummed to pieces by my tough wife, Judy
forwards and backwards
she may get them before they get me.
Anyone want to take bets?