wind (ii)

and in only in the cracking bark
the air bricked high
the twitching, tightening
shuddering around your blood
in this way: the wind floods
and eddies in the avenues
within you
in this way: you are flung
through yourself
coat billowing
back from your shoulders

so is it your heart then
or the thudding
snarl
of flesh tangled
in the clawless
claws of
all of heaven
swooping
on the drifting
hills, the fading
drifts,
and the tattered grass