as a prairie goes on, the eye sees what it believes
to be the last of it; halts bright right at dawn
no other but the cast, man convinced.
made master, and said: “i am a magic man sexing calves in half,
we, maker of the black/white, maker of wrong/right
but i was broke and spooked, thinking i was chased
by the circulation of fates, one cries but cannot resist them”
master of it: “and the field is damned,
dry as the woman’s toy, white light from the slit
like an eyelid, the keeper of my boy, when she paws round, my,
do sins pool in riverbeds”
as a prairie does dye, patient to watch grass rise,
in women and plant does master virtue satisfy.