A Snake Eats A Mynah

A snake eats a mynah
head first, yellow legs extend
from the snake’s filled mouth
The cattle bellow
tethered to ancient trees
Dung fills the tall grass
Thunder strikes at the humid air
There is no I
in the breath
Roots wind through fallen leaves
The terror of an owl smashes
into a tree trunk
loses a wing
drops below into dried weeds
There is no I
in the breath
The seasons are muscular and original
What should I
speak
Thunder strikes again and again
What is real must be harvested
each day and threshed and ground
put through fire
then eaten
What should I
imagine
in this place where we become
Our sight is made from our seasons
Bring us
the rain