It’s hard to see the trees, because
The forest isn’t there.
It’s headed north to Calgary,
Where moose (and trout) and bear.
The grass beneath macadam is
A tourist; how’s unclear.
Or was, but since, has migrated
With beaver (skunk) and deer.
The water’s drier than it was,
(they make it that way now),
On purpose, cause it’s cheaper then;
Lamb, sheep, calf, cow.
The sky is close as ever,
Since the day they pulled it down,
That they might get a taste and touch—
Elephant, snake, sow, clown.
The ground is getting warmer.
There are pockmarks on the hill
And four horses, menless, roaming wild;
Hoof, paw, lung, gill.
But I’ll be fine right here with you,
And you with me as well.
“the lord and lady charcoal”;
Ambrosia, Brimstone, Heaven and Hell.