Come The Fox

come the fox snake in the grass in the bush running from the gun gunshot gun of the moon's hunter shouting fox fox running claws like a knife like knives in the heart of a woman woman breathing fox fox in the ear of the moon running down the hall up the seams of the jeans where the claws and hands have ben moaning fox fox in the fur wet eyes of the fox fox muse of the moon of the hunter with the gun gunshot gun woman running from the gun gunshot gun from the fox from the fate of the snake in the grass in the bush down the path up the hall of the seams spread apart and the touch that screams come the fox fox danger danger danger

Published: Beloit Poetry Journal, October 1979, Beloit, Wisconsin.