when all script fails
and what survives is
chiselled on graves

when stone is stolen
and bones lose names
we're only, wholly here

our spirits deify
this landscape by
departing into it

our spirits defy
the glutting flow
and hide in glimpses

momentary fanes,
this cult of peripherals, where
gliff must stand for glyph

an alphabet of tracks:
claws and soles
hooves and paws

parochial recoveries:
the dialect of touch
the elegies of water