Jubilat

Born in the shade

I know what I am

Hard head brimming with pine and gold

The shade

Like mud in a river fish

Cannot be rinsed away

A breeze in the dark room



I know what the field mouse startled

Split with a scythe

Knew of his own blood

In the tear to the bright edge



When the strange tree

That catches the eye

Among all others

Moves in a trance

In almost no wind

Some fatal grain undone

I know what I am



I know what the field mouse startled

Split with a scythe

Knew of his own blood

In the tear to the bright edge