The Ears of this Beast

The ears of this beast
are like angels’ wings,
ships’ sails and rowing oars
to help her in her flight

The horns of this beast
are like fingers spread unto
the stars, like a pleading gesture,
the threat of the skewers

The claws of this beast
are irregular bony growths,
imaginary, already clotted
with blood to help her in her flight

The eyes of this beast
are a feast of wilderness ever
opening onto its blurred edges,
taking in the Seam in blinks like stitches

The heart of this beast
peppers like gunfire the flesh
the skin and hair of this beast
to help her in her flight

The pellets of this beast are re-eaten
the leavings of this beast never found
the tracks of this beast evaporated
to help her in her flight