-J.R.R. Tolkien

Part of me remains, wench, Boult-upright
The rest of me drops off into the night.
-Ern Malley


primates
and heavens saints
tumbling over mud and brick
and floors packed and slick
gnawing grappling growl
fighting; fierce, fowl
weary wings too far from home
wit and speed, fatigued by their roam
losing sight of bright-cloud skies
wings recede, a film obscures their eyes

Ive been Looking in the wrong places then i guess...