Unveiling

In this unveiling: a rain-stabbed

blackbird’s obsidian sigh rises

from meat-fragrant slits

in our speech patterns,

where a way of seeing home,

smeared on walls with elbow blood,

is also a way of nozzling

bird caw to thieved land,

or scissoring fog-lobed night

into crescent moons,

while a bell’s deoxygenated moan,

weeping for its lost reflection,

is hauled away on a horse-drawn hearse.