Even a Mole-Rat Relishes the Sweetness
Number PoemsEven a mole-rat relishes the
sweetness
Inside its mole-skinned eyes. And a roach,
Groping through
a stove-pipe's greasy dust,
Has spots on its soul specialized for
joy.
There are salt songs for anemones, and lust
Yet unsavored for a
starfish to broach.
Sorrowing butterflies grieve
for life's fleetness;
Ecstasy floods them at autumn's
approach.
Vines feel the Earth's turning, heavy with must;
Each
brief, tilted round their tongues will destroy.
No creature not surfeit
with terror and trust.
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