The Conductor I used to walk up into the woods. Now, Each step takes me deeper into the day. Often I would encounter the cows, Hearing, before seeing them, the terse sound Of their grazing, nurses tearing towels Into bandages in anticipation Of blood. I was shy around them, afraid To make them afraid, as if my fear Were a flame that might light theirs on fire. The fence that kept them in was so thin — A single wire through which drubbed A current that never slowed nor quickened, Ticking where a branch was checking its pulse. Confined within this tenuous power They drifted over the land like weather. Approach them slowly, even in memory. Watch them raise their huge heads heavy As anvils, blades wicking out of their mouths. If you stand still enough, they just may Come towards you, devoted as musicians Gazing at their conductor, their eyes Affixed on the thin baton atremble With the power of music The moment before The symphony begins.
The Conductor
The Conductor
The Conductor
The Conductor I used to walk up into the woods. Now, Each step takes me deeper into the day. Often I would encounter the cows, Hearing, before seeing them, the terse sound Of their grazing, nurses tearing towels Into bandages in anticipation Of blood. I was shy around them, afraid To make them afraid, as if my fear Were a flame that might light theirs on fire. The fence that kept them in was so thin — A single wire through which drubbed A current that never slowed nor quickened, Ticking where a branch was checking its pulse. Confined within this tenuous power They drifted over the land like weather. Approach them slowly, even in memory. Watch them raise their huge heads heavy As anvils, blades wicking out of their mouths. If you stand still enough, they just may Come towards you, devoted as musicians Gazing at their conductor, their eyes Affixed on the thin baton atremble With the power of music The moment before The symphony begins.