Rawhide and satin,
Smells of earth and ocean,
Poet deals daily with
Harmonics of
Displaced prescience,
Dichotomies of dissonance,
Within and without this
Universe which is I,
Doing what must be done,
An ancient ritual
Sacrificing dead things
To the living,
Giving life which
The world denied
To that which must go,
Softly wailing
At the parting.
Donovan Baldwin