Saul Bennett
6
Grieving for one of your flesh over
time over
time,
End over end, a hay bale
disgorged by a fabulous
wind,
Swept down and away from
within
an impregnable silo;
An orphan bale, seen last
laughing,
mysterically,
Doffing its cap as it bounced un-
spun,
skipping
Away, a shedding
hyena
of despair.