ONLY THE SILENCE KNOWS

Back and forth
the fox swung

in the summer of
'63

at the height of
a 7 year old child.

Fox twirling around
staring into my face.

A curious bird
took a look.

Then flew away into
a Monday morning.

It had seen
Death before.

It was nothing.

Here the farmer's warning
to other stealers of hens.

See father fox
swinging by its tail.

His face rotting to a skull
his eyes full of flies.

Time and Eternity
meeting at this point

the parallel lines of life
. . .death.