One Way of Looking At It
One Way of Looking At It
Shiva-like, the pines
Hold their many arms out,
Jabbed full of needles.
Someone drugged them.
That’s why they stand so still.
Necromancers, it is they
Who raise the dead
Rain as mist that hides
The shy fields — the veil
The groom of the sun
Will solemnly lift.