Josh Cairney

He’s out stuck in a bird’s craw
                                         last night
Wildcat vomited his pattern on the snow.

Who refused to learn to dance, refused
To kiss you long ago. You fed him berries
But fled, the red stain on his teeth;
And when he cried, finding the world a Wheel—
                   you only stole his rice,
Being so small and gray. He will not go,
But wait through fish scale, shale dust, bone
                   of hawk and marmot,
                   caught leaves in ice,
Til flung on a new net of atoms;
Snagged in flight
Leave you hang and quiver like a gong

Your empty happy body
Swarming in the light