A tiger and a grove of cedars,
a door and one dead tree.
A sword with an apple on its tip, a seeded cake,
a crow perched within a heart-topped arch of iron.
A stone with a voice, a goat dancing the tarantelle,
a blue-tinged wind hurrying leaves of blood along.
Something happening. Chilled backbones,
wet lips, trembling hands. Sorting the beings
in our minds, wondering how they mean.
All the possible revolving meanings
of transformed symbols falling into
their respective places.
If there’s a prophecy here it is open
to interpretation, but not
to doubt in its existence.
If it is an affirmation,
what it empowers
is hidden from us.