I Am Wind, Sliding Across Your Tangled Bank

[Wonder Collides - Jessica Maceda]

In this fight
I roll my song across the fields like thunder
gathering the thousand types gone
so as not to hear
my coming extinction

The appendix of my speech
is nothing but a mute flapping limb
I bury myself within
my inherited cave of matter
so that I might hide the heresy of who I am
-from Darwin's Breath