Night Light of the World

 

 

 

 

 

The man in the owl house

The man in the owl house

Locked his body in gloom,

In clouds of dust from pellets

Made of mouse-bones and desire.

He weighed the balance of his yellow claws

Testing unspoken thoughts of diurnal flight,

While outside the summer is a blue eye

Rustling like a knife

Frosted like the steel of a nipple.