Unbounded

Ralph Monday

Here he said in the truck’s metal mind

You want to taste the fire within the

corn, yellow flames tiny suns, Shakespeare’s

ghost come with darkened tongue & waved

his hands where the deep forest trembled &

spread out leafy truth & there was a deep

cave with animal blood paintings: savage

artist, writhing limbs pouring out from

disembodied fingers a panel of lions,

horses bucking on green plains, the mastodon,

stuff of meat & pitted bone.