Jay Thomas
Kite
I have been robbed.
But you leap.
I have killed the legs of life
because of its voice.
Look before the flesh, panting,
convuslive, lamented.
A broad flat stone
fell toward
the truth.
I am a dog rightly
served.
Rain casting
his harvest is brave
as a mountain.
You work in strength.
You tore him severely
with your teeth. Forgot
his owner's boastful tone.
By all the handicraft
of his talons he had the sea
on its walls for having lost
his promise.Rivers
maimed, lying in
pieces. In the greater
part of the
sun we
saw some
excuse to
take his
eyes
and asked what
strategem --
You made a kite from the lesson-
book of my life.