The Archer



From Songs of Zodiac

Keeper of back-bending upon itself
we hear the song and twanging logos
and plot forever the Newtonian path.

Still, fall lingers like a maturing elf
who counts the seasons in dozens of gross
and whose bow sings its owners wrath.

For every archer is a bard that kills
high-strung, stable only in oscillation
or in mid-flight like Zeno's arrow.

The Virgin's perfect rhythm and the thrills
that pierce more than air, that quick cessation
of the heart that chills to the marrow.

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