See how the black flock
		of quietly fallen birds
		stares, swallowing air,
		at the air staring down.
		Their minds become wings,
		their startled dreams
		of the sky insidiously sawed
		down to its very blueness--
		the black flock falling, without a sound,
		into the soundless blades of grass:
		the alloy of the hundred-eyed earth
		and the seeing sky.