an animal meant
an animal meant to have two horns
only has one a sack of cloth rough
a sudden collapse as if ragged brown
and canvas a hiding a hide camouflaged
large and ungainly a blunt animal
in its lungs and dry skin
If at the point where you become immersed in the thing
theres no mind and if no mind, what is necessary about
belief, if god is an opening, if god is a divine withdrawal
Carol Ciavonnes poems have appeared in Boomerang, Denver Quarterly, The Journal, Pleiades, and elsewhere. She teaches at Santa Rosa Junior College.
Originally published in the summer 2004 issue of Boston Review.