Treis  Laid On


One morning The Way laid on impune transports

so Lodger could arrive at his compassion

Across the jaw of Lodger

the age of bite unclenched

                   Propelled by keen preservation

                   Pod slid unseen

                   through the hatch to inside

                   to sit out the uncounting possibilities

Then freed from the momentary paralysis to truth

Lodger ripped clods of creatures

from the paroled Earth

Hurling them at the open

                      at the feeling

                   at the held silence of all knowing