Animals
know long chants
we have forgotten.

Our Mothers
learned of singing
from animals,
turned it inside out,
joined them in harmony.

The long memories of animals…

a black coated figure
walks out of memory,
out of the forest, the desert.
Stands on a beach
among waves dissolving.

A black coated figure
singing with animals.
Their music is soft,
persistent, threatens
crescendo, then swells
and drowns all.

A black coated figure
transforms before you
into its long-concealed song.

Will you join in? Raise
a voice from ancient silence?
Do you genetically recall
where you fit and
how it should go?