White-throated sparrow with a moth in its beak.
Remembering the Teton range,
I view my own skeleton.—
The
Grand Teton is the point of my chest
(point the cross expressed in Jesus,
moth in the white-throated sparrow’s beak),
pointed
Mt. Owen my crook’d knee,
Tiwinot my suspended foot—
my very own skeleton, draped
over
these gorgeous peaks,
already invested with new
feathers—white-throated sparrow with a moth in its beak.
Remembering
for whose sake
the mountains fell and sprang anew—
my fresh morning skeleton
ringing
its tuneful bones
on my cedar porch, in full view
of everyone. White-throated sparrow with a moth in its beak—
my lovely skeleton.
