Wimple

rolled through the outdoor terrain
nose to earth and shoulder to sky, the bloody hen
gathered her feathers and peeked through a rotted cage
heart pounding at the rhythm of a wallop.
for hours and years the tall man used and abused by hand and mouth
juice of the fruit and flesh,
thieving abundance
with tool.

insight crawled slowly across the earth
in guise and shield
with grace and joy, divided among
command and metal,
wind sailing and sky diving
returned with chic timing
mingling among continents,
with shakti and word.