Dominion Over the Larger Animal
How many times I have provided
For your death; the apple turned one way
Then the other, an arrangement made,
The softer ground. To hold your head
As if this mattered, to say what I think
Essential into your ear,
To watch the eye look everywhere to find
What it does not know it looks for.
To fasten you down in the one place
Where no one can say anything more,
Being nothing else but breath leaving,
While the man with the needle stands by
Until the signal of how it is time. To believe
I know what will happen next, to leave the hill
As the body stiffens, to pass each blossom
Of blood in the snow as if I understood
All I was capable of.
Sophie Cabot Black
Copyright © 2013 by Sophie Cabot Black
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission