In harmony with the rule of irony-
which requires that we harbor the enemy
on this side of the barricade-the shell
of the unborn eagle or pelican, which is made
to give protection till the great beaks can harden,
is the first thing to take up poison.
The mineral case is soft and gibbous
as the moon in a lake-an elastic
rubbery, nightmare water that won't break.
Elsewhere, also I see the mockeries of struggle,
a softness over people.