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I heard them, far-off, deep calling
from behind death’s invisible floor door.
Their wallow metronome from the after-rain mud was one giant body.
Arizona’s yellow arm’s length of light all the way
to my own body standing at the edge of their field held me.
I moved toward them and them toward me, as if to ask
for something from nothing, as memory does, each face
Dumb founded … dumb and found by
the time frame of my own fear, surrounded at dusk.

There was a plastic grocery bag, its ghost body cornered
small against a tree, and there was a heavy smell.
Desolation is equal to contained energy now.
Their heavy bodies slow toward me, my own
slow inside their circle without kulning.
Kulning is a Swedish song for cows, not
a pillowcase pulled over the head. Here, the mountains could be seen
from far away. There’s an abandoned physics, a floor door,
my own head-call herding me, in-hearing nothing but them.
Bone for bone’s female indicates the inside
of the mouth when singing is grief alone and is curved.

You can’t stop shifting no matter how slow. It sounds like confusion in one direction.
I wanted to tell you this in your absence. It sounds like the oak,
it sounds like the oak of floorboards in God’s head.

~ Elena Karina Byrne

Kulning - Ancient Swedish herding call ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvtT3U…

Description

I heard them, far-off, deep calling
from behind death’s invisible floor door.
Their wallow metronome from the after-rain mud was one giant body.
Arizona’s yellow arm’s length of light all the way
to my own body standing at the edge of their field held me.
I moved toward them and them toward me, as if to ask
for something from nothing, as memory does, each face
Dumb founded … dumb and found by
the time frame of my own fear, surrounded at dusk.

There was a plastic grocery bag, its ghost body cornered
small against a tree, and there was a heavy smell.
Desolation is equal to contained energy now.
Their heavy bodies slow toward me, my own
slow inside their circle without kulning.
Kulning is a Swedish song for cows, not
a pillowcase pulled over the head. Here, the mountains could be seen
from far away. There’s an abandoned physics, a floor door,
my own head-call herding me, in-hearing nothing but them.
Bone for bone’s female indicates the inside
of the mouth when singing is grief alone and is curved.

You can’t stop shifting no matter how slow. It sounds like confusion in one direction.
I wanted to tell you this in your absence. It sounds like the oak,
it sounds like the oak of floorboards in God’s head.

~ Elena Karina Byrne

Kulning - Ancient Swedish herding call ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvtT3U…