gullet of March
vessels the vacant
claps of trees
March, my face
lifted words against
March, your lamb
snagged in teeth and
hollow hoof,
shoulders slung
with punctured winter
March, two beast maker
fleece my feet
with fever and chill,
sweat pelts
in your brackish afternoons
March, a skin of talk
words mingled
amniotic,
swapping genetics
March, quiver me
in crocus beds,
epidermal fissures
not pelt
but column of speak
March, plain robes
of sky, bare back of earth
unsure of inevitability
talk with the wool of
your eyes
talk soft
March, hush your mane
March
March
March.
