"A Still Small Voice," ca. June 1995

In my low hand is iron.  I am a dauphin.  Incipient so I am bovine, my left hand is a cripple's arm.  In the tail of a tiger is the curl.  Snout like a warthog's, low to the ground, I sniff the dirt.  In the world, there is a mole that digs tunnels.  In the earth can he see.  The mole is a relative to me.  I am.