In the night
after the bats come out
I hear you howling.
I know no one and
I hold nothing (now that I know you).
This is how we howl.
In the dark night on the unlit trail there's no way
through but to crawl.
Perplexed by the world around me there's no way
through but to surrender my body completely
to you,
to be eaten, to be gnawed,
to fulfill the pregnant night,
and then to be born in mornings.
(to be quiet)