Flock of Starlings
When I Come Down
When I come down, I land like youthful Saul,
who prophesied among the Sons of Prophets,
and did not then care for the price of cloth,
nor for the enticements of peace, and
still less the busy-ness of wars!
When I come down, I subterfuge hunting
eyes, and break Nets like a mighty ocean fish!
Leviathan balanced between the worlds:
returning and returning not…
not bound by air, unchained the deep!
When I come down, the opened snare of death
is set to dye earth’s green robe with my blood red;
I escape to the unmapped, roadless sky:
a flock of starlings’ swarming mind-
to dwell in freedom passerine!