Upside down free-tailed bat birth,
the particular cry of a pup,

the small suck of a new tongue.
The nourishment of moths, of hunters

rivering clicks through coral dusk,
of the sole survivor bumblebee queen

thawing in an old mouse hole,
the tundra sun tugging her up. The rev

of hum, of willow nectar, of berry browse,
of bog oak violin, of cello, of bass.

The velvet keen in the skin,
the root beer drums in the bones,

in the blue whale hearts in the sea.
The tar pit ossuary rattling—

Across the unstoppable freeway,
the bridge for lions rising,

clang by clarion clang.