How many words prior
to the bird's whisper
to the wasps?
Each has its yellow,
its shine and brine
and peach wine.
Not a minute too late
for the hour's cataclysm,
this is what language
promises to fail
to do
to do.
Animals are our gods,
as we are
animals.
Utterances swim like colors:
like colors
like colors
like death
like birth
like like.