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?