Noon comes to the clock
like a black cat's feet.
Somebody's television
mumbles through the stucco
that separates us
from the animals.
You are led to a point
in the middle of the desert
and left there
like a donkey
wearing blinders.
You don't know
that soon you'll wake up
and laugh.
You think you will die
in the dirt.
You think the birds
will peck your bones
to shine in the
sun like beacons.
