The burning sun, eaten The melting moon, eaten Stars in a shallow sleep And stars that fell asleep and plummeted, eaten
The crapemyrtle tree toppled by a typhoon, eaten The rock set free by an earthquake, eaten This year's silvergrass And last year's tung seeds, all eaten
Chicken feathers and innards, eaten A puppy's bulging, white belly, eaten Cow dung and Roundup And the dirt on a hoe, all eaten
Technological waste from electronics factories, eaten Last month's news headlines, eaten The right shoe of a frustrated man, all eaten
Blue from the sky and green from the land, eaten Red from the wound from a sickle, eaten White, from what seems like a cloud, yet not so otherworldly, all eaten
Our fathers and brothers Our mothers and sisters All those people who will never been found
A piano that died once A hundred unborn songs Afternoons and evenings, one after another
The sun, the moon, the fallen stars This river that eats everything This serene river