J. James Audubon - 'Crane' (French American 1832)
Perhaps we were alive when everything happened--
But maybe not.
This dust that settles on all we live to see,
May in fact be the expulsion of another world--
The venom of their snakes, the wind sweet with cold
And coyotes howling.
Rub your fingers together once they've run through it all.
It is a kind of novel
--cursed with a future.