A Liberation Day will come
after we are blended by starlight,
another girl dreaming
If you come softly and don’t startle
her into flight,
this poet, this warrior,
this little lion,
will race songbirds,
fight snakes
Truth is glass because of mysteries
not yet solved, at the end
a great reckoning, and then there were no
fantasies, except for the American war
and the godbreaker, and the hoax
is loose, we don’t know where it fits