the space between
night and light
when bats dive like
fiery planes
battles over borders
foggy lines on faded maps
drawn by someone else
away for reasons
forgotten, arbitrary
false
rusting wreckage
overgrown by by jungle vines
reclaiming tools of sadness
seeking a final vestige of dignity
from deathly, slow grip
woodpeckers clamouring
waking bats firebombing
until sunrise
—
Lk Crescent 2004